I guess in hindsight I shouldn’t have expected Wyoming to be on board with the hard cider trend yet. :( I asked if they had any, and “Momma Lorraine” (we ended up in this little hole-in-the-wall bar, it was pretty fun) just gave me this LOOK. So I drank beer and liked it less with every sip.
Saffron looks up at the clouds as she walks over to the
strawberry fields, her drink in hand. Though alcohol is not allowed at camp she
found a way to sneak it in. Without it she would crankier then normal and
nobody would want that. Sighing she looks around saying, “Salute,” before
drinking some of her goblet.