“And that’s it?”
“That’s it,” agreed Shin.
“Well . . . so what do I owe you?”
Shin laughed. “Muir has a crackerjack national health system. You don’t owe me a bit. But the locals have been known to tip for service. My receptionist will take any homemade preserves, eggs, smoked meats, live chickens, ducks, or other fowl. Larger livestock you’ll have to lead around to the rear,” he said, seriously. “But if it’s whiskey, you can leave it with me, and we’ll toast to River’s continued progress.”
-- Unfinished Business -- Chapter Five by ScrewtheAlliance