"One of these days y-you gotta tell me more about what it's like." He honestly expects, and is literally banking on, the human race to destroy itself in the next seventy or so years. As far as he's concerned, compared to some of the insane shit out in the universe, the human race just can't hack it.

He accepts a chocolate and offers her a chocolate cigar in return.

"Bet it's all bioengineered, though, y-y-you can't tell me the rainforests haven't fucking bought it by then."

Tastes legit, though. Chocolate is such an earth thing. Chocolate and vodka.