"Smoke?", I sheepishly, (and sort of outside of myself), spoke to him.
"Is it good stuff?", DB replied.
"I think so.", said I.
"Well, light it up.", he said.
So I did.
It WAS good stuff. I started it and passed it to him then he passed it to the other couple on the other side of the balcony and they passed it to the other balcony over then it made its way back to us just as the lights dimmed and Portishead began to play. I miss the 90's, sometimes.