With a sigh she accepts her defeat, hands the cigarette back to him without really feeling at all torn up about it. She'll just stick with the occasional drink with him and accept she can't be immediately good at everything she tries.

There's actually something a little comforting in that, really. The smile doesn't hurt, either, and her eyes go a little softer as she returns it.

"I'll just have to impress you the next time you throw something new that I've never seen my way and I manage it with flying colors."