"Hey bro, come on, don't be shy..."
The Dawang Sheep squatted on the ground, holding a freshly rolled cigarette to Master Fu Li's mouth, then pulled out an extra thick match from his pouch and struck it against the ground, lighting the red phosphorus tip.
After completing the prior steps, the Dawang Sheep skillfully raised his hoof to block the wind, leaning toward Master Fu Li to offer a light.
"...No thanks, I don't have that habit." Master Fu Li removed the cigarette from his mouth, slightly speechless, and quipped, "Which path are you on? Your cigarette offering technique is far too smooth for a normal Spirit Beast!"
"Oh no, nothing like that, just a herbivore occasionally changing up fermented flavors of grass, that's all." The Dawang Sheep chuckled awkwardly, offering a reasonable excuse for his behavior.
Sheep eat grass.
