"Well. Not necessarily my poison of choice," he muses with a smile. "But I would drink it, if it's not taking from your stockpile." He can survive on rain and drain water if he has to. He survived 19th century contaminated water after all, even though nobody really knew better at the time. He would rather they save what Malcolm needs for Malcolm himself.

"Used to be tea and liquor was safer to drink than water. Suppose I can't use that excuse anymore." Not that he ever tried to excuse his drinking. He knows it's excessive.

"Maybe it'll put us both to sleep."