#escapedartgeek
“I can definitely do that.” they said, lightly. They nodded, and grimacing, putting the cigarette in their mouth and lighting it. The kind of smoking they liked? It was a - curiousity, at least, leaning towards Zora and raising their brows ever so slightly.
“What are you interested in, then?” they asked, amused, as they turned and walked backwards for a couple of steps, still looking at them as they drew in deep and exhaled smoke out into the air, carefully angling it to make sure Zora didn’t get a faceful of it.
“I don’t smoke tobacco specifically. I’m more of a weed smoker myself when I do so.“ It was something that Zora thought Jet may have picked up on given how often that they had heard it from other people. But maybe it was just something Jet hadn’t been exposed to yet.
Nevertheless, Zora did appreciate their efforts to not exhale smoke directly into their face. It was the bare minimum, but Zora had had enough moments where that was uncalled for no matter the substance being smoked.
“I’ve not had much interest in that,” they admitted, “But not opposed. It just - doesn’t do much. Dragon metabolism.” they pointed out, with a light shrug, unbothered by the idea of it. They’d definitely tried harder things, after all.
“It’s just a good distraction.” they admitted, “Not like they’re going to hurt me.” they snorted, shaking their head slightly. The bare minimum, but the standard for them. They were a flirt, they weren’t rude.
Carlos grinned. “And we don’t have to bathe the kids afterwards,” he joked. “At least, not anymore than we normally do. Soot gets everywhere.”
Carlos cut into his mozzarella ball-shaped pizza (topped with a dusting of Parmesan and leaves of cilantro stood upright in a mock-wintery scene) and ate with a happy hum and too-loud smacking of his mouth.
“Mmm… greasy.”
Zora couldn’t help but laugh in response to Carlos’ comment. “I’m sure that has to be quite the relief. I can’t imagine trying to clean soot off of a child.“ The imagery is already pretty telling of how difficult a task that would be.
They dug into their own ball-shaped pizza, relishing the theme and dedication of the toppings selected for it. Taking a few bites, they nodded in approval.
“Oh yeah. Just enough grease but has other flavors to really make it satisfying. Good stuff.“
“It can be done, but it’s tedious,” Carlos confirmed. He then muttered, “Especially when she gets it all in the tires and nooks of her wheels…” Cleaning mobility devices were a pain. At least Steve was up to the job; he was such a good dad.
He took another bite of his food with a hum.
“Do you have any other plans for the holidays?” he asked curiously, eyes still on his plate.
