"Nothing fancy." It's an old wine bottle with a screw-cap top that's been used several times over now. "Fruit wine - a little of whatever they could find, I think."

She doubts it's all that strong, but that might be for the best, with the way Daryl's limping. He doesn't need to add drunk to the night's ailments.

Once she's come in, Maggie hesitates a moment. It's Daryl's place; he can decide where they sit, whether they bother with cups, all of it.