"Making footwear. Makeshift, but-" He swigs back the last two mouthfulls of vodka before finding a relatively safe space away from people with bare feet and carefully cracks the bottle of vodka. All he needs is an edge sharp enough to cut through the snuggie. Some tearing and twisting later and he's got a rudimentary glass knife (yikes) and two bundles of fabric from the bottom hem of Liv's snuggie- the bulk of it (sleeves and all) still whole for her use in not freezing. "Here we go. Wrap up your feet. It's not perfect but it's better than just socks."