"Yeah, this one's peach." Paul opens it and takes a drink anyway - it's got that thick, gluggy aftertaste of warm sweetened drinks but it's not bad. He pokes around the pantry some more while Daryl goes through the rest of the apartment - some canned goods, a lot of things that he's afraid to ask what they used to be because they're liquefied (but thankfully sealed so there's no smell), and some alcohol tucked away in the corner. He's not much of a drinker and he doesn't know if Daryl is so he just leaves it be for now, coming back out and shutting the door with a few more bottles in his arms to hand off for Daryl to put in the satchel he's got now.

He nods, humming his agreement, looking through a few more cabinets and some drawers. "Might earn a couple lanterns if we bring enough down on this trip, you think?" Better than flashlights by a mile. "There's a lot here. Could sort through some real quick. I'm not sure what they have a surplus of, but I know water is going to be worth a lot."

He takes another drink from the bottle before something catches his eye and he pauses, lowering it and rubbing his thumb over the rough numbering on the plastic. "Best by on this is 2024."

There's no way anything from before their apocalypse would have been "best by" that long. That's almost fifteen years.