Nah, not your thing.

You shake your head. "Ah, sorry. I don't really smoke."

Saf shrugs. "'S'all good." She truly seems not to mind. "So, what do you feel like doing?"

Before you can really consider your options, a stray curiosity surfaces. "Tell me honestly," you say. "How would you feel if I bred you today?"

She's silent for a moment, pouting a little in that thoughtful way you remember from before. "I mean, I'd definitely rather wait to have kids 'til I'm married." The pout evaporates, her face returning to the same easygoing look. "But it's whatever."

You probably could've expected as much. You turn over her response in your head, mulling on what you feel like doing.