Unicorn milk? [Doc snickers, cracking a twitch of a grin. What do you take him for, some kind of sweet summer child?] That's good. [You're a funny man, Eliot. He might just warm up to you right quick, too.]

Unless you've got a way to move it through time - the berries may require months to break down - you'll be waiting a long while for your gin. [Doc's willing to seal up a few jars and set them aside for the required time but he's rather hoping they won't stick around long enough to be making gin.]

Perhaps we will have returned by then. [Doc's voice naturally drops lower and quieter once they're inside the library.] And he along with the rest of us will be safe and sound, right where we left off. [As plausible a theory as unicorn milk.]