Pansy took a sip of the Firewhiskey, enjoying it as it burned down her throat, though in truth some ice would have been nice. Ah, well. It was strong, it was good, and she was not going to be too terribly picky.
"True, but come on. I think the herbal remedies have to have a shelf life or some such thing." She chuckled, making her best Theodore impersonation. "If you leave it too long, it gets dry!" She giggled, furiously. That's what he said. Once the giggles subsided, she took another sip. "This is good stuff, though."