Most of these skills weren't hobbies for Kainé. It had just been her and grandma at the edge of town, living hand to mouth. Keeping them fed, keeping their dismal little shack clean, fishing and foraging and chopping firewood had all been essential to survival

"Those expensive here? Haven't checked." Kainé had been focused on the basics for now, and she wasn't at all sure what kind of stuff does grow in this climate. She doesn't even know what the climate is when it isn't piss-freezingly cold. She definitely wouldn't mind a bit more kick, though. In truth, she'd avoided it because she wasn't too sure about Anna's tastes, besides her shoveling down whatever Kainé feeds her.

"Beer or sake." She'd mostly used them as emotional crutches, of course, and she found that they made her feel worse not long after feeling better, but isn't that how it always goes? "Spirits just taste like shit."