He raised his glass, clinking it gently against hers, grinning broadly. "Cheers, then, an' here's hopin' we've something worth drinkin'." It was always a bit tricky in the best of conditions, brewing alcohol with a homemade still, but brewing it illicitly in the engine room... Well. They'd be lucky if it even tasted passable. Of course, given that the first couple of batches had been nigh on undrinkable, and given that they'd been steadily working on improving the process, he did at least have some hope for this batch.