Jono appreciated that. Ice in beer? Blasphemy. Blasphemy.

//Trapped on a beautiful, hot island. And I can only enjoy th'booze when somebody takes pity on me.// A pause. //Not that I don't deserve it, of course.//

Booze. Not pity, necessarily.

//Really, I ought to be treating you, luv. What you managed on th'weekend? That couldn't have been easy to weather.//

After all, he hadn't.