My sister died of lung cancer two-and-a-half years ago. She was terminal by the time she was diagnosed and smoked till the end. When—rarely—she didn't feel like having a cigarette, I knew she was having a bad day.

She was a willing victim.

Such a good show.

Hey, he was eighteen/nineteen. That makes it perfectly fine.

Especially with all the grumbling about Philip's Nazi relations.

There was a royal blowjob in this episode? Huh. I didn't notice.

Dun dun dun . . .

Philip's dead sister and her hubby fill the bill.

Surprisingly, really, since oxygen and lit cigarettes are dangerous companions.

You don't know me, but I'm not.

All dumpster fires are entertaining, surely?

Wu saw Renard woge, which shows the show remembers he's supernatural now.

That was surprisingly distressing.

That is alluded to in the first, second, or third episode. Something about how kids are supposed to stay on a particular side of the river, I think.

Hard to miss when the barrel is pressed to the victim's head.

One and a bit.

All bullies can be bullied. It's one of their core characteristics.

Worse, writing frightening verse to her.

It would have as much of an effect as a couple of dashes of bitters, I'd wager, since it has such a powerful and pronounced flavor.

Nowadays, you'd have to substitute CioCiaro for the Amer Picon, because the latter currently bears no resemblance to its Prohibition Era self while the former comes close. Or so amari snobs say.