Much didn't mind the smell of weed; it reminded him of Woodstock, and that had been a good time. Amazing how the smell could take him right back; he'd had so much more chill, in the sixties.
"No, no code, I just mean ice cream," Much said, with a friendly sort of smile. He often found that people who used the term 'boy scout' like it was a derogatory term were generally not the best news, although it wasn't something Much was going to dispute, since he had a hell of a lot in common with boy scouts. The camping, the mending, the orienteering and fire starting, the knots and the always be prepared thing. Although Much's version of 'prepared' probably wouldn't pass muster with a scout leader.
He was prepared to improvise pretty much anything, that was a skill, right?