"I'm assuming that means you don't smell gas." Sam rummages through, and pulls out one of the magazines. "Hey, at least we finally found a use for Cosmopolitan."

He tucks the lighter in his pocket and holds the magazine in his teeth to keep his hands free to climb up next to Rich, and makes a face as he takes the magazine back out of his mouth and hands it over. "I sure hope that doesn't give me the plague or something."