Oh, now this is a toss-up.
In one hand? A deep grey envelope inviting me down to the boathouse to discuss my camping trip because apparently it wasn't sanctioned though no one made a fuss because the children were present and wow, how adult we can be when reminded and how childish when not.
In the other hand is a stolen bottle of white lightning and a laptop full of videos of Jake.
Just guess which one I'm choosing.
See you on the other side of two hundred proof.
*self-destructs*
[Update. I have a passenger! He gets no fucking moonshine. Ben's not allowed to drink anymore. And I don't know why he would want to watch my home movies but hey I won't look a gift-Ben in the mouth.]
