While moving back and forth (or at least the equivalent) certainly tempted her insides to become the outside, Kaine managed to hold back. She didn't want to deal with the vile taste anymore than Bert wanted it down his back, after all. "Nnnnn!" Because that was a response. "Tha' was strong wine, dammit! S'not my fault!"

It probably wasn't even vaguely strong, she really was an unbelievable lightweight, her grandmother had been one, too. It was probably the most screwed up family inheritance she could have ended up with.