water into... vodka?

so there're two stories that i've been spending a lot of time on lately. and this is (a very small) part of one of them.

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I came downstairs to find that Gaby was already awake and sitting at the dining room table. Spread out before him was what appeared to be every glass in the house, half-filled with different colored liquids. He looked up at my wearily as I came in and flicked the glass in front of him with his nail.

"I have turned water into vodka, gin, Coors Light, and just about every mixed cocktail in existence, but there is no wine!!"

I stared at him and then slowly picked up one of the glasses, sniffed it, and took a sip. A perfectly acceptable Margarita, except—

"No salt?"