[ When Ellen calls Blake to ask for his help, he's quick to drop what he's doing and offer his assistance; being that she's almost always a calming port during the raging storms that represent life in Wonderland, it's the least he can do. Of course, Blake should know to expect the unexpected, especially in Wonderland, especially with someone already as surprising as Ellen.

And when he arrives, he has to admit, he'd never think of building a still, or distilling moonshine, but now that he's hearing Harvelle explain the ins and outs of how she did it, it legitimately sounds like the best idea he's ever heard. In fact, any idea will be the best idea he's ever heard today, so he's further pleased with his next suggestion: ]

Ellen, this is— this is all really neat. Looks complicated. [ Science, pfft. ] We should try some of this, right? Feel like we're obligated to try some now.

[ Or maybe that was her thinking all along, since she invited him. Either way, it's obviously the best suggestion on the table and Blake's thinking Ellen will either take the bait or reel him in. ]

You know, make sure it's the kinda thing you want people drinkin'. People not as tough as us, I mean. Which is pretty much everyone, so it's almost like our duty...

[ Said with a smile as he lifts the mason jar of White Lightning to his lips. Someone's in a mood, apparently. ]