"I'm here for a convention. I was supposed to be heading home today. Oh well. I guess I'll just have my homecoming celebration here...". He lifted the film canisters, checking the weight until he deemed one satisfactory. Upon opening it, he extracted a packet of cigarette papers and a green ball of plant material, covered in orange hairs. He muttered as he pulled it apart. "To... Seattle." He finished one quickly, but continued, rolling another one each time he finished one. "So, I've told you what I'm here for... why don't you tell me... why you're here? You're not a traveler, I don't think. You a local?" He finished ten rolled white cylinders, and put one in his mouth. He also held one out to Myztii. "Here. It's on the house."