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"Real milk?" Greta replies, staring at the jug in surprise. There hasn't been much of that to go around, and she's been getting by with condensed milk and water, for the most part. She supposes it's not impossible, though, and she nudges over a stool that Saoirse might set the jug on for a moment. "Have you checked it?" No one's offered them anything outright spoiled, but it doesn't look as if the jug has been opened at all, yet. It could go either way.