No Ganja Here

Continuing with the weekend highlights from Linfield, here's one more -

Before the final c-debate and awards, a snappy dresser who I will call MarkW and I are in the bathroom, standing near the window, with our backs to the entrance, folding and re-folding his pocket silks (something to do).

Young man enters.

Young Man: Hey, what are you guys doing?

Fondly Sam: Oh, not much.

YM: Oh, I was just wondering.

FS: Oh, it's not much of anything.
(We turn to face YM, who notes that we are holding pocket silks)

YM: OH - I just thought you were maybe rolling something over there - and - y'know - maybe it was interesting.

FS: No.