We do... [Because back home they can't get drunk. Ever. Here the rules are bent and they are part of a black market smuggling ring. It is a nice thing to have on hand in case things get a bit uneasy.]

But I can get you water. [She moves into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the pitcher of water. She pulls down two glasses and pours them.]

There's a sun porch just past the kitchen. [She gestures.] You can take a look, if you want. You don't have to move into that wall.