"I was really just thinking some sort of super-alcohol," Sandra said, sounding a little embarrassed but deciding to open up anyway.  "Everyone else has all this money and has figured out their best way of making lots of cash for travel expenses, so I'm just wondering what I can do."  She dropped to a knee as she thought she spotted something, moving branches and deadwood to uncover nothing more impressive than deer tracks.  She kept moving.  "It'd be sold to Scions with super endurance where ordinary alcohol just doesn't do anything anymore.  Maybe it's just a dumb idea."