"Coffee. It's a...Bar told me what it was. Foam somethin'. It keeps it warm longer. Styrofoam, that's it, what the cup's made out of, plus the lid makes it easier to drink while you're walkin'."

Doc sets the bucket down.

"I've gotta pull some more hay down," he nods his head upwards towards the loft above the stalls. "Come fall and winter I start throwin' some out at the edge of the paddock, got a feedin' station for some of the animals that live out in the woods year round. Would you mind takin' care of the grain while I do that?"

He's already heading for the ladder, knowing she won't.