[Johnny accepts it with an appreciative smile, immediately lowering it into his lap as he unscrews it. Once open, he takes a sip, makes a face, and then takes another. He lowers it again to recap it.]

Wow. This is terrible. I don't know what vhedir is, but this tastes like middle shelf vodka and that is.. whew!

[He's still grinning through it, complaining in a teasing way. The torch unscrews it and takes one more sip before screwing the lid back on and returning it to her.]

Thanks, for sharing. [He means that.] I forgot about the rations.