'“O.K., I’m sitting with my friend Faisal here, and he’s asking if you want the Lemon haze or something called the—” Zach heard Tom muttering unintelligibly away from the phone. “Something called OG Cush.” The Aussie thought on this for a moment. “Um. Go with the haze.” “O.K., fine, four um—ounces, did you say?” Zach could hear that Tom was flustered. “Make it six.” “Sorry, Faisal,” Zach heard his manager mumbling, “excuse me for a moment.”'