Jeremy's face falls a little at spinning the conversational handle and coming up cherry-cherry-bar, so to speak, but he rebounds quickly enough. He resumes a normal standing posture and hooks his thumbs into his pockets with a shrug.

"No. Noooo. Samurai is direct opposite of ninja. You're samurai," he says, with a little finger-gun shooty gesture at Wyatt with both hands. "--I am not ninja, because I would trip and land in the cake or the ornamental carp pond or something."

Seeing he is still probably not making much sense to the long-suffering man standing in front of him, Jeremy offers a grin and explains it like so:

"Ninja: a trained assassin with a reputation for stealth. Ninja as adjective: sneaky. Ninja weed: some grass that'll sneak the hell up on you and give you way more than you bargained for. --and if you are an officer of the law, Mister Cain, I was totally joking about being under the influence."