You decide to join Grace and Steve, promising them not to snitch or interfere unless something dangerous happens. The lone attendant at the booth puts on a smile when the three of you approaches him, and passes a bottle and a cigar to each of you - Both stamped with the logo of a donkey's head. None of you recognizes the brand, to which the attendant explains that they're both homemade Italic blends from the owner of this Cultural Appreciation House. Hence the sampling being held here as part of the tour, the attendant waves you off to enjoy.
Steve and Grace eagerly try out their cigar and beer while you hold onto yours cautiously, the smell of both tobacco and alcohol assault you in full force. You can almost see the aroma from the intensity of the smell, there's a clean and homely barnyard flair to it. Reminding you not-so-pleasantly of the time spent hiding amongst the haystack, your form getting too scarily close towards joining the rest of the missing students from your school. You shake your head clear of the memory and note that Steve and Grace seem to be fine after taking their shots with the samples, you finally withdrawn your wariness enough to light the cancer stick and allow the smoke to pour into your lungs...
...This is really good, an almost magical taste to it...
...Having prior experience, you can tell that it IS magic. Eerily similar to the donkey curse you had fought off, though seemingly more focused on mentally jacking your mind off than changing your body. You aren't quite prepared for the amount of magical endorphin pumping through you veins, hazing your thoughts and clouding your judgement. What remains of your resistance and reservations crumbles away, you find yourself taking a second lungful, and a third... Fourth... Then nothing - you've already finished the whole thing!
"Haaaaaaaw..." You sigh heartily in discontent, feeling tingly all over from the rush.
The lull in magical euphoria is enough gives you a moment of clarity to stop right there and then... Or you could try out the beer.