“Might as well say it while ya still can!” That was… some kind of philosophy, sure.
While Jack didn’t have much comment to make on rationing booze, he was still listening enough to catch the question. Ohoho, asking for his expertise? Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Finally giving up on the strained leaning-out position, he slipped around to hang from his knees upside-down.
“Well, first off, you don’t run into the same one twice too often. Cars rearrange, sure, but…” He watched the latest coin slipping across his fingers. “Lessee… brewery, huh? Can’t say I’ve heard any rumors a’ one, but Denizens don’t leave their own cars much, anyway. Ya just don’t get a lotta warnin’ ‘round here.”
He tossed the coin up and caught it with a snap. “There was this weird, like uh, Dutch bar party thing once? So ‘s not unheard of to get your hands on some booze.”
“Or d’ya specifically gotta brew it yourself? Guess that’s probably what they’d make ya do in a brewery car, anyway.”
