"There aren't any supplies for anything good at the moment, really" Jo said, with a frown toward the bar itself. It was barren and empty, lonely with no reason to its name and existence over there. It bit at her in a way few things here did, even when alcohol wasn't at the top of her needs list. Especially not given she'd put all of this together today. "The only way we'd manage right now is basically water and molding berries and whatever other fruit we could find."

It'd taste piss poor at the moment.Or well. In months. It would have to depend all on if there was any starch in the air, and whether it even molded right. It'd be crap, but it would be fermented juice at the end. Maybe. It might just be vinegar and or a whole fuck ton of food poisoning, too, if people got it wrong.