[ The longer he sticks to drinking, the more she looks out for all the different paths he might take to avoid answering. A bit like she did. ]

As long as there's a shadow, I can use it for just about anything. [ Shrugging, ] I could make you a new bottle. Maybe not fake whiskey, though.

[ A chuckle. Can shadows even taste like anything? ]

So, how's it work? You wake up one day and whoosh, [ Mimicking his movements, ] Fire?