"Yeah," George replied, using extremely complicated hand signals to indicate he wanted a beer. Okay, he just made a cupping gesture with his hand and feigned a drink. The matron would understand. Probably.
"Right before school starts, a bit after, and then there's a lull until December, when I'm hit with combined Christmas shopping and restocking for the second half of the year. I've got a chart somewhere that I've used to track it all, it's very scientific."
A firewhiskey was set in front of him and he shrugged. It was alcohol, it counted. He blew out the flame and raised the glass in toast before sipping.