"I thought it tasted a bit like gin," Mary said, picking up one of the bottles of water and looking at it. Being clear, there's no real way to tell by sight alone. She takes a sip, then nods. "A very watered down version," she announces.

Her eyebrow goes up when he mentions the lake. "Really? I suppose we'll all need alcohol if we're going to have to deal with being stuck here. Did you see the monstrosity out by the cliffs?"

Aka the Eiffel Tower of meat.