Zeni and her assistants join Mannie and his assistants one night at a cigar bar where Mannie teaches Zeni how to smoke a cigar. The scene starts here:
When we arrived back at the table, Mannie summoned one of the waitresses and ordered the entire table a round of martinis. When the drinks arrived, he broke open the box, which contained an assortment of cigars.
“Chiquita, please, try one of these,” he said, presenting the box to me with its lid opened.
“No thank you. I don’t smoke.” I waved the box away from me.
“What do you mean, you don’t smoke? Everyone in my country smokes. Me, I’ve been smokin’ since I was ten.”
“Um, well, I hope I don’t embarrass myself when I say this, but I tried smoking a cigarette one time a few years ago . . . you know, just to see what it’s like. I almost choked to death when I tried to inhale.”
“Ah, get the hell out of here! How could that happen?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just challenged in that particular department of life.”
“Smokin’ a cigar is different. You never, ever inhale the smoke. You only savor its taste in your mouth.”
“I didn’t know that. Learned something new tonight.”