He cleared his throat and pushed off from the pool table. "Flowers," he said. "Perfectly ordinary, primarily non-medicinal plants and flowers. Again, nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure."
The rest he chose not to dignify with a response, even knowing how his glossing-over would likely be taken. "Have a good night," he said. Then he nodded the most polite farewell he could manage, then set off for the drinks table, wishing it held alcohol.