Lazily, he ticks them off on his fingers.

"Third time this month. Four if I can count a girl."

Stanley shrugs, thoroughly enjoying his joint, broad daylight and all.

"It's not illegal here. Besides, I'm pretty much an adult in the UK. No one's even looking, see? They don't care."

They have important things to worry about around here, frankly. Which is good, because actually, this isn't Scotland. He's not legal in England for another year and a half. Not that England really exists anymore anyway.