You weren't new to the ministry, per say, having been summoned a couple years ago, but you weren't nearly there for as long as Mountain had been. He wasn't necessarily hard to spot due to his height and he had managed to get a name as one of the more... gentler ghouls around. Over the years you had spent in the Ministry, you had grown close to him (as well as the other ghouls, but you had a taking quite a liking to him.)

You knew of his stoner tendencies, and it never really bothered you since why would you yuck someone's yum/judge a vice? Ghouls need some relaxation too! You never really though about him going out to the garden to smoke some weed until he actually invited you to do it as well.

You were sitting on a bench outside in the garden while Mountain stood near you, leaning against the railing of the bench and rolling a blunt between his index and thumb before he licked the paper to get it shut. He was unglamoured at the moment and so things felt a bit more personal; it was quite nice.

"Here," he said, handing you the already lit blunt as he had took a hit while you stopped paying attention momentarily.