"Right up!"
While looking up the recipe for an Irish Coffee once more on his phone, he starts wandering off into the distance with a Minecraft-bucket. Straight up to the volcano he goes while the burning sun of midday is shining on top of his head. 
He walked for 2 hours straight when he needed to sit down for the first time underneath a palm tree. From inside the bucket he took out a small flask which was filled with cold, fresh, clean water. He took a chuck of it and rested his eyes for two or three minutes, but the sun was too hot for him to feel relaxed. So he decided to move on, resuming walking the path down to what some might call the top of hell.

[Skipping the rest of the novel-like adventures of Gianluca, the explorer, because who wants to read that, right?]

"Here you are, Phoenix. A bucket of lava and the roast turkey is still inside it. It's marinated in such a way, it can't burn, but gets a nice crust instead.
Oh, and your usual order, Seraph! I made it with the freshest ingredients while walking back in here. Believe me, it was quite difficult to get the coffee beans from the natives here. They didn't understand a word I said. Also I'm not sure they liked that I milked their cow for the cream I needed to produce, but....*shrugs*
They won't kill me, I hope."

Just after serving "the priest" his beverage, someone knocked on the bar's door. As Gianluca turned around, he saw some half-naked native with skin painted in green looking angrily at him, some kind of crossbow in one of his hands.

"Oh well...."