"Probably not. If it's mushi tobacco, it's not dangerous, anyway." He pours another mortar's worth of crushed herbs onto a rolling paper.

He doesn't seem to be going right into what happened, then. In fact... if he's still asking about this, does that mean he doesn't intend to? What is he doing, then?

Dealing with pseudo-magical infections was so much easier than this whole... friendship thing. Assuming they're still friends at all.

"You going anywhere with this?"