[ The way Mat squints at him confirms his suspicion just as well as the bemused lack of recognition does. Japan doesn't mean anything to him. The offer of the cigarette doesn't get lost in translation, at least, though there's a wary hesitation before Mat accepts.
He rolls it between his fingers, considering the thin paper and the familiar crinkle of crushed leaves. It doesn't look quite right — and he'd rather prefer a pipe, anyway — but the impression's still the same. ]
Mat Cauthon. [ His name's gotten him into enough trouble lately, but he gives it up easily. It's difficult to imagine trouble getting worse than it already has. The lighter's still in his palm, and he's taken to casually ignoring it instead of admitting the fact that he has no idea what it is. There's no candle in sight and Kaji hasn't offered his own light, so... ???????? Technologically impaired impasse, here. ]
Two Rivers. [ It seems to occur to him that that'll mean nothing, too, and his gaze flicks back up to meet Kaji's as he tries broadening the scale. ] Andor?
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He rolls it between his fingers, considering the thin paper and the familiar crinkle of crushed leaves. It doesn't look quite right — and he'd rather prefer a pipe, anyway — but the impression's still the same. ]
Mat Cauthon. [ His name's gotten him into enough trouble lately, but he gives it up easily. It's difficult to imagine trouble getting worse than it already has. The lighter's still in his palm, and he's taken to casually ignoring it instead of admitting the fact that he has no idea what it is. There's no candle in sight and Kaji hasn't offered his own light, so... ???????? Technologically impaired impasse, here. ]
Two Rivers. [ It seems to occur to him that that'll mean nothing, too, and his gaze flicks back up to meet Kaji's as he tries broadening the scale. ] Andor?