Noah looks a little embarrassed at the mention of shotgunning, blushing, his cheeks looking more flesh-colored than normal.

"I don't think it will help that much," he says apologetically. "But just don't take too much smoke, and let it sit in your mouth for a second to help cool it off."

He lights it up as requested, and takes the first drag to demonstrate how to smoke from the apple. He exhales slowly, the smoke wafting around his face. He doesn't cough, but then, he's a ghost.

"Next?"