En route and all at sea - before we got to France

Wearing his blue beanie with the flag of Canada on the front, J’s face appears in the companionway.
“When I get to St Pierre,” he declares, “I’m gonna have to get a new toke.”
Well, stone me! I’m stunned.
“Did you say toke, Jack?” Then, in view of his age and position in life. “D’you know what a toke is?”
“Course I do. You Brits.” Meaning: Think you know everything. Think we know nothing.
“Toke,” he repeats, pointing to the maple leaf of Canada on his hat.
Ah – toque.

Later, I’m humming “Puff the Magic Dragon”.