[Clear takes a seat onto the bed and folds his legs up indian style. He watches him as he digs around.]

I love to sing, yes. It is one of my favourite things to do. I was made for it.

[Literally.

He takes the mason jar, exhales through his mouth, then lifts the rim to his lips taking a small sip. He makes a slight face after swallowing.]

That is strong! Why do people drink something this strong? It is not bad, but I do not understand... Do they truly enjoy the taste?