"Well. It might be one of the town's worst kept secrets, but it has mostly been Raylan and I drinking from it." And yeah, the two of them have a drinking problem they don't often talk about, but it's a problem all the same, so there isn't as much as there should be. The only thing that stops them from touching it is if they're whisked away like they were to the unfamiliar new house and the mansion. Doc would rather it not happen again, if he's honest.

"We haven't been able to age it any," he admits quietly. It's slightly more palatable now, but that's from refining and changing the formula here and there, and not because they have had enough restraint to attempt the aging process. "But after we had distributed some to every occupied house on this street and to the boarding house, no one's come asking me for any since." Maybe they have from Raylan, he's not sure.

"You are free to take a bottle with you." A bottle would last Five longer than it would last either one of them. And he isn't sure Klaus would need any to get as relaxed and loose-lipped as he is, so. It would probably mostly be for Number Five.