Taking a hearty swig Lot kept his face impassive as the liquid seared the back of his throat and set his whole body alight. With a hinted smirk he nodded faintly, "The key to being this tribes glorious leader is day drinking," he set the cup down and tapped the rim again signalling for another ballsy glass, "I woke up this morning with distinct lack of care for any of my lot destroying another Tawa sculpture. What was it anyway?" he asked.
"I appreciate you opening early today," he didn't want it to go unsaid that he valued her compliance, hell getting anybody to do anything around here could be hard, credit went to those that did it with minimal argument.