She took the cigarette curiously. "Therapeutic," she repeated, testing the word out, letting it roll off of her tongue. "Meaning...it makes you fell good?" Well, that seemed bizarre. Cassandra had been around plenty of fire in her life, inhaled smoke. She had never found that terribly comforting. Then again, in those instances, she had been afraid for her life. Perhaps she simply hadn't taken the time to consider the smoke. Context was a heavy thing.

"I've never heard of that, although, now that I think of it, I seem to recall some of the western tribes smoking a hookah. I think it's a similar sort of thing." Still, she hadn't heard the word tobacco in that context.

She glanced up at him, her eyes dark and appraising. "Lucky Strike? What makes them lucky? The fact that they make you feel good? Therapeutic?"