Let them puff vapes…
In the alternate timeline of AT-420-20-17-C where cannabis, not alcohol, is Earth’s dominant form of respected intoxicant, one might see the Queen of England herself puffing on an elegant Beboe Rose Gold vape-pen, after a hard day of making sure Buckingham Palace was up to snuff for the next Visitors of State. Her Royal Highness would lay back in her royal easy chair with her royal feet on a royal stool, and inhale royally the sweet relaxing Beboe pure cannabis oil vapor and let the pressures of a dwindling empire fade from the forefront of her royal mind.
There is a decadence in disposability. That sense of devil-may-care-but-I-sure-don’t dances giddily across one’s heart. Not every meal must be finished, not every kiss completed. It is what is left unfinished that can often be the most enticing. Sure, there might be some suffering smokers outside the palace who would scrape the pens clean to get any decent high, but like The Queen may say “Castles don’t come from Charity. Let them puff vapes…”