"No, I'm not," he says. Then he gives her a curious expression. "I don't believe I promised anything. I might have mentioned that it was a possibility."

And she's right, he wouldn't smoke weed in the midst of a crowd. That's a little too blasé even for him.

"But, if you'd like to walk with me to the garden..." he leads, starting in that direction with a brief stop at the bar for a refill on his drink.