::Harry reached back into the wooden crate upon which he sat for another beer. He cracked it open and took a slow pull. He savored the taste of the ale. It was an old fashioned flavorful brew native to Chicago. Made the old way and by a friend of Harry's, it was the wizards drink of choice::

No matter what kind of beer it is or how you serve it. The first one at a lake always tastes special.

Sure, but I don't feel a need to unload it right away. We'll take some time and get settled. Work the kinks out of my back from being stuffed in that jeep for the last umpteen hours.