It's a thoughtful sentiment - one which, so long as they're both to be smoking, Fitcher doesn't bother with. With a few encouraging pulls at the pipe's infant ember and an exhale through the nose, the pair of them are well on their way to a pleasant little smokers haze here in this dim corner.

"Very much so. This one's called pyramid." She nods dismissively to the card array on the table, then fetches her attention back to the stack of reports. "I can't say that they're my favorite, but so it goes."