Enough people smoked in London that Em had learned to mask her distaste for it as best she could. It was the dismay, really, that was more apparent when she realized a friend smoked. Then again, Anthony Goldstein was one of many vices, wasn't he? It wasn't like he hid anything.
"Well I'm a born bartender, apparently, so we'd make a good team." Until then, she'd been carefully averting her gaze to ensure that it wasn't overly obvious that she wished he wouldn't smoke. As she glanced up at him, however, she smiled at him. Her eyes sort of... skipped over the cigarette between his lips.
"I'm thinking, once I'm old enough to do it, I'll take a job tending one of the bars nearby. The tips are phenomenal." Seeing someone so tiny behind a bar would surely be a sight, and she wouldn't likely have much sway while trying to cut her patrons off. Really, Embyr as a bartender could end up being a nightmare. Just don't tell her that.