Lenny stood up. He coughed then licked his lips.

"Well, Len?"

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. But Lenny stood silent. He had a blank stare in his eyes

"So?" George urged Lenny impatiently. "What's the verdict?"

As he reached for the cigarettes on the table, Lenny cleared his throat. "Well, it's hard to describe."

George struck a match, offered his buddy a light, then lit a cigarette for himself.

"It was warm. Kinda thick. And sorta salty. Bland. But not terrible." He reached for his belt. "Now you do me."

"Okay. Yeah. Maybe next time."