Nodding in agreement, Meg glanced up at the sky. It was a nice day. Though she had heard someone say it might rain. She had no idea, it wasn't as if they got the weather channel out here.
Meg shift on her tall heels, her hip cocked to the right with her hand still upon her middle. At mention of the bottle of beer, it tapped at her leg before being raised up in a cheers-like fashion.
"I am not sure it's tradition so much as I don't get a lot of sleep, so it's always 5 o'clock somewhere," she joked. "But, I haven't cracked this egg yet." Her thumb pushed lightly at the cap to show it was still bottled off tightly.