She grabs a box of bottles and nods to the other box. Time to drain the still and then refill it. Ellen crouches down with one box and opens the valve, filling the bottle with the moonshine that she's been brewing.

"Magic can be worn out. It's finite. Back around Christmas, we had visitors from the future that warned us the closets stop working." She reaches for another bottle. "Why use 'em for something I can make?"

The kitten stares at him from the safety of the hood, completely content to watch him and stay where he is.