Sorry, Simon's mum. If it helps, Effy has loads of habits that are way worse than smoking. (No, it probably doesn't help.)

She's heard her fair share of it, too. It'll fuck you up. Those things will kill you. All of it. But what the hell. Something is certain to kill you anyway, one day, and she might just have a long, long time to figure out what it'll be. Might as well start stacking the odds now.

The first thing she notices when she looks at Simon is-- something she can't quite put a finger on. Something sort of weird about him. It makes her hesitate for a moment, eyeing the lighter offered, but only very briefly before she resigns herself to accept the help. "Thanks." Flick. A deep inhale of smoke as she tosses her own into the nearest bin, then hands his back. "The cheap ones are rubbish."