（ he laughs as well, rubbin' a hand across the bridge of his nose. it's clear that even though he's embarrassed, he's willin' an' able to shake it off an' carry on the conversation like he ain't gonna be throwin' up hail marys later. ）

Nah. Just one'a them things gets passed around. Reckon there weren't a fella that didn't know it back in my day. An' if they claimed they didn't they were probably lyin' to you. Godless bunch'a heathens.

（ but it ain't a condemnation, it's said with clear affection as he leans in against the rail. ）

So you got a name, or am I just gonna have to call you Threefer?

（ you know, three cigarettes... ）