Joey couldn't help but to chuckle at the young man's reaction to the hard liquor. He took the bottle and took a large mouthful before standing up and going towards the fire. He put the pot on top of the flames, and the snake was wrapped around a stick and put over the fire as well. "I can water it down for ya," he called, seeing that Andrew still had a sour look on his face. Joey grinned and hoped he didn't seem to be laughing at the native. "It's a bit strong, isn't it? You get used to the taste, though."

Joey kicked the fire slightly, moving some of the wood about so it burned better. He looked up at the sky and was surprised to see the sun was already setting. It had been a long day and Joey suddenly felt tired. "Move on over closer to the fire, don't want ya to get cold."