Void

Thanks all.

“――Mmm… Good. This deep flavor… It must have matured in a stress-free environment. It was fattened glutton―― Hm, a male in his 50s―― And this tasteful familiar flavor… it’s a beefeater, right?”

“Now, this inspection is over. Let’s pick some matured cigars.”

The Baron: “I cordially welcome you, my cigars-to-be.” The Count: “Leave the children, Baron. They look too good to smoke… Take them to the bedroom. I’ll shower them with love.” The Baron: “Would you like one with it?” The Count: “Hm, I’ll take that blond beard.” The Baron: “Certainly.” *flap*

“…Well and good. You shall have an opportunity to prepare better meals until the next. You don’t wanna end up becoming like that, right?“

Come on in

(turning into the fog and poofing)

visiting again

“――Close to me… You shall be smoked next.”

“I’ll give you my Maduro. It’s your favorite stuff. Now, smoke your fill.”

after meal cigar

I command you

breaking in

an admirer serving a dinner devotedly, or ordinary after-dinner cigar