Jim and Jesse are friends! This is such good news! Harrow beams, and he elbows Jim playfully. "You never mentioned him, either, Jim! And if it makes ya feel any better, it's probably only 'cause all he and I do is talk zombie shop. He and I spent a long time discussin' what my necromancy can do for his folks, and he's informed me that on other worlds racism is apparently not cool." Yeah, apparently.

He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out two little hand-rolled cigarettes. Or. 'Cigarettes.' Who knows what's in those things.

"You smoke, Jim?"