"Knives?" Both eyebrows lift in alarm. He's trying to picture what that looks like but the imagery it conjures doesn't seem... functional.
Before he can ask for clarification, she's hugging him. He presses his face into her hair and breathes in the scent of her. He never cared for the smell of smoke before, but the musk of it on her, mixed with the tang of metal and fire, feels like coming home to a lit hearth. His arms are around her in an instant, hugging back, carefully tight.
Unfortunately, that high-pitched noise she's making is far less pleasant. He winces from it, but his smile never fades. He's so relieved that she likes it.
"Doctor Watson was good enough to help me select the appropriate tobacco. He is also, very kindly, willing to instruct on how to use one of these. I'm unfortunately not knowledgeable about it."
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Before he can ask for clarification, she's hugging him. He presses his face into her hair and breathes in the scent of her. He never cared for the smell of smoke before, but the musk of it on her, mixed with the tang of metal and fire, feels like coming home to a lit hearth. His arms are around her in an instant, hugging back, carefully tight.
Unfortunately, that high-pitched noise she's making is far less pleasant. He winces from it, but his smile never fades. He's so relieved that she likes it.
"Doctor Watson was good enough to help me select the appropriate tobacco. He is also, very kindly, willing to instruct on how to use one of these. I'm unfortunately not knowledgeable about it."