"Just made it this afternoon," replied Joe.
"Then throw it back in the matter bank and do it again," said Walt.
Don took a very cautious sip and made a painfully wry face. "The SPCS—Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Scotch—should dip their tongue in this," he said.
Joe shrugged. "It's from your own pet brand," he told Channing.
Arden smelled gingerly. "Don," she asked him seriously, "have you been petting dragons?"
Wes, chemist like, dipped his forefinger in the drink, diluted it in a glass of water, and touched it to his tongue. "It'll never be popular," he said.
Joe turned back to his duplicator and shoved a recording into the slot. The machine whirred for a few seconds, and Joe opened the door and took out the new bottle, which he handed to Walt. Walt cut the seal and pulled the cork, and poured. He tasted gingerly and made the same wry face.
"What in the name of could have happened?" he asked.
"It's the same recording," asserted Joe.
"But what happened to it?"