Heather laughed as well. "A bit smoother? I think that's a wee bit o' an understatement, mate." Her tone was teasing as was her expression.
Although perfectly self-assured she could keep up with her CO drink for drink, Heather instead picked up her PADD and made a few notes. "Where do ye think the problem's at? The fermenting process? The grains we use at th'start?" She frowned absently. "Mebbe we're cookin' it too long?" She flicked her gaze up to his face, searching. She had faith in his ability to fix that which she could not.