#did I feel weird typing mary instead of mārīte? yes

[the-whispers-of-death]

well its really not that hard to tell them apart, considering they smoke different brands

sylvester: ...... im just gonna stash them at my old apartment. i never gave stone the keys to it. so god fucking help me if i get a call from a neighbor there saying the door was kicked in.....

Stone, scooting up to Mārīte: Mary, my beloved daughter. My Beta. You have the key to your father's old apartment, right? Would you mind going over there and throwing away his stash of cigarettes, please?

Look, he's hoping Mārīte wants her father to quit smoking.