Noting the look, Wash switches over to Slightly More Coherent mode.

"Stuff called mudder's milk. Looks like a normal drink, but is, my hand to God, the most awful thing you will ever taste in your life. It's basically a turkey dinner stuck in a blender with fifteen percent alcohol added in. Had it in this town where a guy on my crew was being hailed as a genuine folk hero." He shakes his head at the memory, a faint look of disgust on his face. "I think we all had a really good excuse to get well and drunk then."