Already there were Plans and Schemes starting in his head, he nodded, "Might work, I'll talk to Angel, she makes stuff too, wears skirts, maybe she'll have some advice or something."

Technically Angel wasn't a 'she' at all, but, y'know, twentysomething Drag Queen who Clive had met all of twice, but Angel had made an impression.

And besides that, there were always ways around the rules. Like maybe once the weather was good set up shop outside by the lake. The rule was, technically, no business in the bar.