“Well, so do I, it’s just- A little warning would’ve been nice.” Why take along grape juice when water was easier to come by and lasted longer? Whatever. Something to drink was something to drink. Catskill stuffed the unspat piece of bread into her mouth and washed it down with the juice. The combined taste was bizarrely pleasant. She screwed the cap back on and gave the flask back to Amanita. “Still want to rest?”