Sam shook her head. "Probably for the best if I don't know." She was reasonably sure she wasn't about to go mad scientist like her parents. But if it ever were to happen, the last thing she needed to know was about fermenting wine.

No good could come of that.

Of course, that was assuming that she'd ever make it home. Or return to being Kindred again. And she had a feeling she couldn't really do one without the other.

Something to tuck away into a dark corner of her brain and try not to think--or feel--about too much.