Kate nods, her expression grim for a moment. She understands. It's not a pleasant thought. But she's thoughtful for a bit, they could probably both do with not thinking about Mr Hickey for a little while.

"... Would you like to help me decant this?" She motions to the pan of syrup, still hot but now cooling a little. "I've got bottles and jars drying in the oven, they should be ready now."