You simply stand there, watching Marion cavort happily around the park, not minding the time, or much of anything. You notice the park, which had been mostly devoid of people beyond yourself and the girl apparently named Megan, and the hotdog vendor Jason, was now becoming a much more popular hangout.
"Dude," Jason says as he locks up his hotdog cart,"You really don't need to be out here. I seriously suggest the cabin." A half dozen men and women had entered the park, all with their dogs off of the leashes, but well trained enough not to run amok. You give them a good-natured wave, but they don't seem to be paying too much attention to you, even though they're looking right in your direction.
"Wow, they're really social," you say.
"Man, REALLY, you ought to take Marion and get to a cabin. It's not cool for you to be here."