Giggles gave the durry a look and raised an eyebrow. It hung from his fingers with the balance of a seasoned smoker, but he didn't raise it to his lips.

At least Valentine seemed to have calmed from his bar-crawling mood. "Eh. It's not the worst." Rural communities could get as bad as any hub, and there were dark places in Giggles's memory of travels. "I could stay here if I had to. No one's tailing me. There's work." Work to be done, not work to get paid for. A clean slate was just another opportunity to start scrawling plans. "Wouldn't mind leaving either. Freedom's a beautiful thing."

Giggles took a sip of the tea, realised how much sugar was in it, took another few. "If I had a ship, I'd take it to the Myrlian Belt. They say there's chaos out there. Ecetopia's nice..." More than nice. A paradise that didn't need or deserve the likes of Giggles. "...But I just got outta there and I can't go back for a while."

"Speaking of." He raised the cigarette, too awkward to be apologetic. "You can't smoke this, you know. It's waterweed. I... Kinda drowned in a pond and found it in my hair." He frowned at it. "Can't guarantee it [i]won't[/i] get you high, though. Fuckin' pixies." Giggles didn't elaborate.