"I'd stop workin' outdoors then, if I were you," Jez advises with an air of confidence without looking up from the little cigarette as he carefully rolls it between the thumbs and fingers of both hands. There's a moment of silence before he ducks his head to deftly run the edge of the carefully rolled cigarette across his tongue and inspects the result.

Seemingly happy with his handiwork he sets the first one on his left knee before picking up the second paper.

"Or, y'know. Invest in an umbrella."