The man’s question pulls Vimes back to reality, at least for the moment. He eyeballs the bull for a moment longer, and turns a still-skeptical look on this stranger. “Spent anytime in the caves?” he asks. “There’s a room down there that’s all sparkly, and it turns out that if you stand in the middle of it and think about how much you’re dying for a smoke, some absolutely gods-awful cigars will appear at your feet. Trust me, they don’t have much to recommend ‘em.”