[ Molly separates the jerky pack in two handfuls and hands back one half to Yasha before he squints at the weird jug. It takes him a moment to go over the words - he can read, thank you very much, he just needs a bit of extra time. ]

'Rubbing alcohol'. I have no idea what that is, but I'm not drinking it.

[ The second one is labeled 'baking soda', and Molly isn't sure what that is, either - but it was obviously for baking? Who the fuck knows in this place, nothing made sense. ]

Well, my dear, it looks like we're seriously roughing it. Do you want to be the little spoon this time?