In Morgana's apartment, the witches uploaded the pictures of V. Malvant's lair to Kate's laptop.
They'd show them to Flinch as soon as the sun went down.
"Don't y'all need to call your friend in New York about that wine he makes to cure vampires?"
"I'll call Mikhail now." Morgana flipped through her Rolodex.
"How's the new mash coming?"
"I'm sorry about hitting the recipe wrong the first time. It should be ready for the still tomorrow. I'll check it afore I pour it."
"Good. If he can tell us the secret ingredient, we can try it in the very first batch!"
"Provided it don't have to ferment all over again."
Morgana located the number and picked up her phone.
"What if it's some kind of special grape? We can't mix whiskey and wine."
"No, but we could drink the whiskey and make brandy next time."
"Figures you'd want to drink the whiskey. I thought you were going to let Flinch sell it to make some rent money."
