...they rolled the leaf into something that could only be called a misshapen cigar. As this was a world with its own laws, suddenly one end of the 'cigar' burned.
Acaraho invited Sheila to sit down. "If you stand, the effect might be a bit too much."
They all sat down, Sheila slowly inhaling the fumes of the plant.
"Okay, I can smell why they call it pukeweed," she said. "Sniff this too fast and you'll lose yesterday's lunch."
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