"Hey, it's not my choice that moonshine is our only option. I'd love to drink somethin' that doesn't taste like gasoline and clean me out." He wasn't going to go into detail with that but he wasn't drinking unaffected. Oatmeal was going to become a regular breakfast.

"My Aunt Helen and I used to tease each other about bad habits. I'd get on her for smokin'. She'd tell me I didn't have enough bad habits. Drinkin' is cultural at this point. Though I suppose it always has been. Beer History bein' what it is." He glanced at where he was poked. "Watch out, all that yoga, gonna do serious damage with that finger. Break a bone or somethin', geez."