Cobb made a face. That seemed unreasonably high and why not twenty? What was the difference in a single year? "That's real old."

He wasn't going to ask why Billy's country was like that. Probably had some long answer that wouldn't matter because Cobb would never end up there.

"Or maybe it's krill? It's some sort of sea bug creature." He held his glass up studying the slightly glowing blue liquid. "We don't make it on Tatooine. Import it. Only native plant you can make alcohol with is a cactus wine. Gotta be careful though if you make it wrong and drink it you'll hallucinate."

Which was not a good thing in a desert wasteland like Tatooine.