Being offered a chair, McAstin sat down, putting the bottle in the middle of the table, and silently nodding to Moore and Stuart to empty their glasses.
After they did, and with a smirk on his face, McAstin filled them up again. "So, Stuart? Wine conno... Comono... " he spits. "Yeah, like 't crap. 's good stuff, really. But, welcome to the Frontiers End. Where the world ends, 'n the frontier begins." McAstin laughed loudly.
He then clapped on Moore's shoulder, right at the moment Moore was bringing the glass to his lips. "So, buddy. Nah, I meant you're weird. Having that... Chipmunk 'ere. That's weird, buddy. Oh, 'n don't spit that good islay stuff all o'er the table!"
Turning to Mark, he asks: "Buddy, how comes you found your way to the Frontiers End? We aren't easy to find, since we became outlaws." He leaned back, taking a huge sip of scotch. "You see, times became much more difficult. I nearly had some trouble to bring my shire up here, that Naval Forces buddy on the way nearly scratched my paint. But... After selling his H-Fuel, it seems I have some cred's left for that scotch, buddies." McAstin chuckles. " 'n for you? How's it goin' so far?"