Peter chuckled. "Cigarettes, right?" Like that summed up everything there was to say about it. He shook his head. "Fuckin' a, cigarettes." Somehow that was the thing that brought it home, that they're back in modernity, in a world at least mostly like the one he came from. A woman in a bikini top and yoga walked by and looked at them oddly, and Peter gave her a salute with his coffee.