Prompt - Smoke
"That's disgusting, you know."
Andromeda raises her eyebrows and takes a long, deliberate drag of her cigarette.
"It'll kill you," Lily continues, hopping up on the garden wall next to her and kicking her heels against the stone, "and it smells bad."
"Go back inside then."
"It tastes bad too."
Andromeda considers this. "Are you asking me to choose between you and the cigarette? Because that's not going to end well for you."
She stubs it out on the wall, though. It's a habit she picked up during her O. W. Ls and that she falls back on in times of stress, but ten years into a war and it's getting expensive. Yeah, she thinks to herself, that's why you want to quit, nothing to do with her. Lily smiles and scoots closer so their shoulders knock together.
"Thank you. I'd hate for you to survive a war only to die from lung cancer."
Andromeda rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around Lily's shoulders. "Do I get a kiss now?" she asks.
Lily's eyes find her lips and linger there for a second, and this is still new enough to make Andromeda's heart beat faster with anticipation.
Lily smiles cheekily and pulls away. "After you've had a mint."