Of course, she thinks he's just pulling her leg because Wynonna has had some homebrew when she was younger that could power small engines. How bad could it be?

Shooting it back, she looks into the empty glass as the burn sets in and less than a few seconds after that, her face screws up and she lets out a shudder.

"Yeah, not bad," she chokes out, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "That's about as bad as what the McClennan Brothers made. I got into the stuff before a 9th-grade dance. Apparently, I was glowing."

Reaching for the bottle she pours herself another. A full shot this time.