“Whiskey,” John answers, faster perhaps than is polite. He offers her a somewhat sheepish smile — with both eyes, yes, thank heavens for that — before adding, “If you please. I think we could both use a proper drink.”

Being in this place… It may not truly be Lallybroch, but it’s likely as close as John will ever get, and the thought of it fills him with many mixed emotions. Having a whiskey to help him get through them all would not be unwelcome, all things considered.

“It has been some time since I set foot in Scotland,” he says, trying to make light conversation to ease the light churning of his insides.