Beiste's in her cowboy hat, feeling a little out of place and at home all at once. She hadn't been to her bar in a while, once she married Cooter. She'd kind of felt like she wasn't supposed to. Whether that was his influence or her own ideas, well, she isn't sure yet. It makes the bar a strange place to be, even if she feels more herself in that cowboy hat than she has in a while.

She settles in near Phillip and taps the bar. "Scotch, please."