You always make me the best things! [Billy beams beatifically, and closes his eyes, developing his slump on Wests shoulder into more of an appreciative lean.]

Thirty cents? Was that selling ten animals, or a mix of animals and regular balloons? [THIS DISTINCTION IS CLEARLY SUPER IMPORTANT. Billy opens his eyes again, and meets West's searching gaze, from his position of comfort. He gives a reassuring little shake of his head.] A couple of the new rousts acted like they thought I was going too, but I set 'em straight.

[BY LAUGHING AT THEM AND GOING OFF THE GET DRUNK.]