"Smoking room?" Lev perks up. "Think'st thou they might have qalyan there? 'Tis a little early in the day for poppy, and I prefer not to indulge too often ... Nyura, uh. My husband? He worries if I smoke opium too often, as well as take my daily laudanum ... but qalyan's always good, even if 'tis mere tobacco."
He bows, a little absurdly, to Wilson, "lead the way! I will get us lost, if I do, nu?"
As he straightens, something occurs to him, "why would we need luck to find a drink? Is there an alcohol shortage?" he looks suddenly worried; like genuinely worried. Like worse than a Catholic would look if you told them every single communion wafer baker caught fire and was demolished in a flour explosion all at the same instant.
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"Smoking room?" Lev perks up. "Think'st thou they might have qalyan there? 'Tis a little early in the day for poppy, and I prefer not to indulge too often ... Nyura, uh. My husband? He worries if I smoke opium too often, as well as take my daily laudanum ... but qalyan's always good, even if 'tis mere tobacco."
He bows, a little absurdly, to Wilson, "lead the way! I will get us lost, if I do, nu?"
As he straightens, something occurs to him, "why would we need luck to find a drink? Is there an alcohol shortage?" he looks suddenly worried; like genuinely worried. Like worse than a Catholic would look if you told them every single communion wafer baker caught fire and was demolished in a flour explosion all at the same instant.