Second floor common room, Friday evening

[sairis]

Having received a thorough grounding in how to use the internet from Arden, Sairis had been making use of it ever since. It was frustrating that he couldn't be sure how much was true, but he'd learned to research and cross-reference texts, and that seemed to help.

He'd learned a lot about electricity! And how stoves worked. He had his priorities.

So here he was, having found some eggs and meat and carrots in the icebox, and cooking them in a pan on the stove. There was a spice rack, and most of them made no sense, so he'd tasted them. Which was why he was using salt and pepper (those he knew) and something called "chili powder" to season it all.


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[sairis]

"Why would they get in trouble?" Sairis asked. "And what's 'running it'? Selling it?"

[not_a_haint]

Caleb tried to remember what he'd heard about all this. They'd been taught how to build a still, but that they had to be careful who found out.

"Uh let's see...for a number o' years alcohol of any kind was illegal anyway, but that got repealed recently...oh it was a tax thing." The 'dat gum gubmint' demanding a cut of sales or something. Caleb had been too young at the time to really be paying attention to anything about taxes.

"The government back home collects a tax on lots o' stuff and I guess alcohol is one of 'em so they don't like people makin' and distributin' it without gettin' some money from folks. And yeah 'runnin shine' is sellin' or smugglin' moonshine.

"Come t' think of it it wouldn't surprise me if folks who make other forms o' alcohol had somethin' to do with it all because they don't like the competition." Man being an adult was complicated.

[sairis]

"Oh, it's a government thing." Sairis rolled his eyes. Government was often stupid.