The suggestion to start drinking is put on the table and Bishop wants nothing more than to oblige his guests. Moonshine is as much a part of him as this camp is, probably more so if you were to ask him. His family had been moonshiners for decades, so a small part of him felt proud of the fact that he was continuing the legacy, even if they weren't in the hills and hollows of Kentucky anymore.
"You are always up for a drink," he toss back at Nate. "And the day that you ain't, I swear to god I may just die of a heart attack." Even as he spoke Bishop began grabbing mason jars from a storage trunk near the still, along with a jug of 'shine.
Once filled, Bishop hands out the drinks. "Darlin', I was raised in hospitality being number one and this place has got loads of it, for the right people that is," he remarks as he hands the first jar to Nadia. The Dog Park and its residence are always glad to welcome a friend into their mix. But a person would be wise not to think everyone may be welcome. "And this should hit the spot for some of that courage you're searching for." Bishop had moved onto handing out the rest of the jars, but his attention had remained on Nadia.
"Considering Nate and Bunny here are your ride, I'll leave it to 'em to decide where you all will meet up." He might be their host, but they were the ones who'd decide when they left the Dog Park. Letting Bishop decide that would end up having them stay for a least a night, if not longer.