Makes sense. Seems like this place is full of people that should be dead back home.

[It's not cynical, just tired. Why is this her life? Making moonshine in a homemade still for angels and other things here. Better than making soap.]

Thanks. I'll keep an eye out, when I go out, but it's looking a little early yet, unfortunately. Another few weeks and they should be out in full force. Have to remember to leave enough to go to seed, or we won't have more.

[She stops.]

There a big communal fire for cooking? I need ashes.