Isi took a large gulp from her jar, glanced at Ari with a smile, "It don't kill ya. Not less you chuck more n' a jar and and half down yer neck. For Streaky likely three jars." A grin at Sarah Beth, then the mischievous glance returned to Ari, "Its kosher. Give ya the courage to chat up some dolly chicken. Or a bibbi fanny, no high court barnaby I."