[ Ellie wouldn't even know what a liquor license is, really; the need for that kind of documentation is over where she's from. People have bigger problems. Really, the need for it in Mathias is absent, too, isn't it? Who the fuck cares about drinking ages when they're all probably going to die? ]

Yeah, good to meet you too.

[ She leans against the counter a few feet away. The oven will get warm eventually. It's a big oven so...well, she has no idea how long it takes. ]

There's probably...shit, it's gotta be more than 20 now. It started with a handful, but...not all of us are still here.

[ There's a strained note in her voice there. The others...they didn't leave. That's probably obvious by the way she says it, the way she fidgets, looks off at the wall. ]