When Nate had reappeared in Austin, Bishop had been overwhelmed with just how fucking great it was to have someone from home with him. Now, with Bunny here, someone who was as born and bred Harlan as he was, it was almost staggering how much he found himself missing the place he’d spent most of his youth trying to escape. He wouldn’t go back, didn’t want to go back, but having a pieces of home here, in the Austin wasteland, well, he didn’t hate it. “Someone had to take up the banner of making sure our dry county wasn’t as dry as it shoulda been,” he remarks with a smirk cast in Bunny’s direction.
Nate suggests they head off towards his moonshine still and Bishop isn’t one to argue. His little operation, tucked away in the corner of the Dog Park just so happens to be a bit of his pride and joy. Though, he finds himself lifting an eyebrow when Nate reveals he made Nadia try moonshine. “Tell me you didn’t go twisting this beautiful woman’s arm to try it,” he remarked. “And Bunny, you can call me Bode, I ain’t allergic to my given name, just haven’t used it much around here.”
The Hellhounds Chaplain sidesteps away from the boy as he races by them, a look of fondness plastered on his face. “Jacob Vogt, ain’t anyone ever told you not to race by a pretty woman, let alone two?” He hollers after the youth, chuckling softly before he turns his attention back to his guests.
“The moonshine is in fact mine,” Bishop answers Nadia’s question, despite the fact it wasn’t aimed at him. The woman’s brighter expression is met with a downright pleased one from the Hellhound, followed by a shake of his head. “Apple pie ain’t Nate’s favorite ‘cause he’s a crazy man,” he supplies. “And darlin’, for a compliment like that the moonshine’s on the house, no trading required.” Good old southern hospitality ran deep in him, especially when it came to ‘shine.
It seemed the further into the park they got, the more relaxed Nadia became. By the time they reached the moonshine still, it seemed as if the woman was settling into the place just like most people did. It was hard not to let the feeling of community and family suck you in, and it would see on some level it was doing just that for her.
“Well, here’s my pride and joy,” Bishop jokes as he makes a sweeping gesture towards his still. “Ain’t nearly as fancy as anything I had in Harlan, but it gets the job done.”