"Volunteer work is whatever you make it, right? So hey." Cliff lifted his mug, clacking it against Esther's, and then had himself a healthy drink. Yeah, he'd just put this thing on his desk in the shed! Good. They were back to walking, mostly because he didn't feel the need to /buy/ any beer... The man bought plenty on some nights at the tavern, so that was feeding their income at any rate. "Country life's weird. Dunno how far I'd make it without alcohol."