Susan blinks. "Oh," she says. "I think we've got plenty, provided too many new people in need don't come out of the woodwork suddenly. A good deal of it is wine - Bacchus has been producing more, and though the alcohol content is variable, it does help considerably to offset the stores. At the rate people are going, we've enough to last till the 20th of Amphidocus, provided no-one gets too precious about the form his drink takes. I only hope the going theory - that this shall end with the month - is accurate." She presses her lips together. Suddenly (and unintentionally) sounding very young, she quietly adds, "I don't like this."