"She's beautiful," Gabe declared, holding up the bottle carefully so he could see it, and also so it didn't get joggled as they headed down and down again into the lower levels of the castle. Something about the angle, or maybe the lighting, plugged into the single clear(ish) memory-image Gabe had from his own Bathory's Curse experience, which led straight into remembering dosing William again, which pretty much pointed immediately back to drunk-in-a-hurry, bringing him in an elegant and swift circle back to the bottle full of alcohol and snake. Wicked kick? Great.
"Gotta be rice wine too," Gabe noted, "or that's what I heard, at least. And distilled properly. You know," and he paused, shoulder against the doorway of his personal quarters, thoughtful expression on his face, "I bet this stuff could have some amazing effects in the cauldron. Using very little." That was important, because Gabe had plans for a large portion of the contents of this bottle.
Gabe cast a considering look at Gerard, and dithered. He sort of had a guest, here. He probably shouldn't disappear behind his workbench. "It can wait," he hazarded. "We can leave some for wild experimentation." Sure, that'd work. Probably.