Betty Ford was, by all accounts, a lovely American First Lady, but she'd become famous for her alcoholism, and later, the rehab center which bore her name. The term just seemed fitting to the older cop upon 'savouring' the nasty liquid which was still, inexplicably, burning a path down her throat. She could almost feel the burn hit her intestines.

Louise sneered. "It tastes worse than spicy wood," she said. "'Shite' is a better description." At the mention of tea, though, her expression brightened somewhat. "Oh? A drinker of tea, are you?" Eyes narrowed a fraction. "How do you normally like to take it?"