"Murdoc, how do you smoke?"
Murdoc was taken aback by the question, especially since it came from Noodle. As long as he'd known her, she had been disgusted by his and 2-D's constant habit of smoking. When she was 10, she'd hide his packs, forcing him to tear Kong apart so he could sate the near feral desire in him. When he or 2-D would smoke near her, she'd wrinkle her nose and cough into her sleeve.
But on the other hand, she was 18 now. An adult. He couldn't dismiss her just because she was a kid. Murdoc stuck to his guns, however.
"Why the fuck would you want to pick that bloody habit up?" he growled.
Noodle shrugged and cooly said, "I'm curious. Plus, you expected to smoke around me all those years and think I wouldn't want to try?"
Murdoc grumbled something incomprehensible, but pulled a pack out of his pocket, along with his prized lighter. He tossed her one, and pulled one out for himself.
"If Russel sees you do this, he will kill me."
Noodle smirked and put the cigarette between her lips. Murdoc lit his and said, "It's simple, really. Just suck like you'd suck on a straw." He demonstrated, the cherry burning up the cigarette's length. "Then you breath deep, then blow it out." he said, demonstrating in the process, smoke curling around his head.
Noodle nodded in understanding, and Murdoc leaned over and lit hers. She attempted to follow his example, but sputtered on the cigarette and started coughing. Murdoc laughed as she coughed and hacked. After she'd stopped, he said between laughs, "Maybe you should try taking a smaller drag, love."
She shot him a look, but followed his instructions. The cherry burned slower, and she blew the smoke out of her mouth. "That's the ticket, love," Murdoc growled. After a while of her micro-drags, the ash became big enough for him to interject, "You can get the ash off by tapping it on something. Preferably the Dullard's clothes, but ashtrays work just as well." Noodle ashed the cigarette over Murdoc's hair, electing an angry look from the Satanist.
"Anyway, that's all there is to it. Rinse and repeat until you die of cancer or a heart attack." Noodle began reaching for another one, but Murdoc slapped her hand away. "Don't smoke too many, you'll get violently ill." Noodle understood. She smiled, and said, "Thank you Murdoc-san."
"No problem, love."