"Stick around then, he'll probably be by later tonight," Joe replied. "Now, you guys make yourselves comfortable, if you like, but I have to finish getting ready to open."

"Let me know if I can help." Methos was a shameless moocher, in the finest philosophical tradition, but he liked Joe, and appreciated his hard work. The barmop that came flying at his head was no surprise then, and he caught it easily.