You ask the group what they are doing.
"Well, first things first," says the Little Friend as he hands you the bong. The large bowl is overflowing with some of the nicest bud you've ever seen. Although a couple of hits have been taken, the bowl is large and plenty of green is exposed. The bud is almost white with crystals.
You take a hit and hold it deep. It has a subtle, but delicious organic flavor, but before you can think much about the taste, you realize that you have become instantly stoned. You blow out the single hit that has made you as high as someone who has been smoking joint after joint of the weed that you're used to. You pass the bong to The Elf and zone out.
"Yo, dude. Duuuuude. Snap out of it." You suddenly realize that the one called Hippienipple has been trying to talk to you. "OK are you back now. Good. This game were playing is called Sexual Euphemisms. It's fairly simple, but well loved traditional Rafan game. One person suggests a topic and then we all make up sexual euphemisms that relate to that topic. Get it?"
"Ahhhh, maybe?" you reply uncertainly.
"Well just listen for a minute, you'll get the hang of it. The topic is science fiction."
The group starts yelling things out in no particular order.
"I took her on a five year mission, if you know what I mean."
"I showed her the hyperdrive, if you know what I'm saying"
"Oh, but you can't 'save the princess' without your 'lightsaber'. Not in the 90s."
"I uhhhh, shaved her, uhhhh, wookie?" you say.
"Well that's ok, I guess," Funchunk replies. You then decide it would be best to continue exploring the land.