Having done this often enough now, Rosinante shakes his head and gestures to Soldat's lantern with his own cigarette. "Gotta light off a flame like that, since the light won't spread from one cigarette to another - one of the weird quirks about this place and fire."

Still, as he places the cap back on his, it looks likely he's not about to offer his own lantern to light off of - unless Soldat's is one that can't, that has no flame, just a light. He'll wait to confirm. Just protective of his own. Seems prudent, even though he imagines Soldat is plenty careful enough.

"But I hear you. I might have to reorder from Rastus early to make sure I have enough to cover April." He's been going through them quickly, and offering them regularly to Will too these days.