Milla entered the guest living area by the fireplace where we lounged with other two American guys brandishing a wooden box on the table with gold emblem on its glass lid, filled with what looks like some kind of expensive green cigars in glass tubes. She was in her emerald green plunge lace open back bodycon dress looking as stunning as I remembered. She gently tapped her cheek against Nick's left and right for a friendly cheek-kiss before turning to me.

"Here's someone I haven't seen for a while," she beamed at me as though last summer was nothing but a stage act.

We went closer for pecks on both cheeks before I returned to my seat. I thought she would be surprised to see Nick and I had settled our dispute but she remained her composure as though she knew.

"Yeah, I decided to rescue her from being annihilated by a series of unstimulating spods," Nick said looking at his iPhone.

"Typical, ZJ," she remarked.

"What? Big Bang Theory is entertaining!" I objected, pinching on his arms playfully. "I'm going to clear off one of your Saturdays for the first two seasons."

"Don't try me," he chuckled, picking up one of the cigars from the wooden before nipping the tip of its burning end with a cigar cutter. "Here, I'm going to enlighten you on something better than that."

He handed me his nipped cigar which I noticed wasn't the usual cigar I've seen before. Its smell of dried earth and woody with some rosin undertones differ from the familiar spicy tobacco on a normal cigar. Its outer layer was made of brownish green coloured leaves suggesting that it could be Candela.

"What you have there in your hand, love, is a premium cannagar," Nick told me.

I looked at the cannagar in my hand with bewilderment. It's not that I haven't seen cannabis before, I have helped Abs grinding them countless times so he could have it with his dab rig. But seeing a cannabis cigar was new to me, an upgrade into top-shelf weed to cater the standards of its consumer.

"Never seen it in my life," I said.

"Don't worry, darling. Nor have I," Milla gave an expressionless smile, sipping on her favourite Caipirinha.

"They're not from here," one of the American guys explained. "You can only get these in Washington state. Outside DC are just normal blunt or Thai sticks."

I returned the cannagar to Nick as he passed it over to the American guy. The American guy demonstrated lighting up with a small ignited jet lighter. He placed its end further a few inches from the lighter enough to toast it like marshmallows, burning it evenly until smoke came up and the end of the cannagar began to light itself. He returned the burned cannagar to Nick as Nick bent closer to the lighter with the cannagar in his mouth before taking a few puffs and leaned back.

The American guy explained that just like cigarettes, cannagars come in many types and flavours depending on the type and amount of flowers and rosin oil used to make them. The more ingredients they are, the pricier. The one Nick had consisted of 15 grams of flower which was in the middle range.

Nick offered his half smoked cannagar to me which I refused. He chuckled at my innocence and passed it to Milla and she inhaled it effortlessly and drew smoke before returning it to him. Although I don't fancy to have it in my lungs, I was blown away by the knowledge I had that particular evening, I was glad I made the choice to ditch physicist jokes for this.