'Tis naught but a bit of chemistry, Emet-Selch. Well, what has gotten into my mind? Not much besides my own thoughts. I thought I might change that up a bit.

[He sighs, glancing at Steven.]

Though, I imagine that even if I apologize to Lydia, it won't help my case with Tyler too much.

[And then he sets the glass down on the table and picks up a bag of powdered persim.]

You wouldn't have your lighter on you, would you?

[He asks with a glint in his eye, glancing at Emet-Selch's distinct lack of pockets.]

Though I suppose I could just light off of your cigarette, failing that...