[Ellen pours them both glasses of moonshine, because she needs it, thinking about what she's about to say. God, she hasn't done this shit since she was little and she'd always hated it.]

Lye. Dunno if you've noticed, but supplies are running out. One of them is soap. And I don't have Angel Freshness to help me out.

Meaning, someone has to make the shit. I know how. Don't want to, but I know how to do it. Sam's gonna help me set up a leech barrel out back. Might have to ask for some help cleaning water, but that's it.