Stewart had squinted a little bit at the set-up, because if he knew this was going to be the class, he'd have just stayed at home and done his own...let's say guided meditation.

But he settled down with his legs crossed in front of him with a heavy sigh, hunched his shoulders, settled his hands in a sort of devil-horns Murray, closed his eyes, and meditated.

Whether or not the occasional, unnecessarily loud "oohhhmmmm" that escaped him was sarcastic of sincere was unknown, but it might lean toward the first one the way it sometimes also caught him as a good lead in to a beatbox.