Her brow furrowed at that. "What's the difference?" she inquired. She was only three years off from being an adult in her world; surely she could sneak some adult punch.
If it was any good, maybe she'd get some for Lizzy.
But maybe he meant it had alcohol in it, and her nose wrinkled a little at the thought of that. She'd had some firewhiskey, just a sip, just once, when her dad was still at home and she hadn't cared for it at all.