[ Joel grabs the half pint and passes back the ugly protein bar with disinterest. Better the guy keeps it for himself, emergency rations. These days Joel didn't need much to get by. His company is familiar in a way a lot of this place hasn't been so far, but like a long-held memory, not so much the present sense of nostalgia he didn't seek to find. ]

I can't promise you it's not possum, or some kind of roadkill but it's not bad. Had some earlier. Definitely pairs well with this.

[ Whiskey had an oaky earth taste when it was store-bought and cheaply made and so did the meat. If nothing else, it was some fuel to get them through the rolling blackouts and to the next thing this place saw fit to hurdle at them. ]