Doc smiles at her comment, but when she tips her face away he chooses to stay quiet on it, even if it does make him smile quite a bit. He waits until she's gathered the basket and pulled her coat back on, before he wraps his arm around her shoulders as they walk.

He doesn't offer her his arm. Not if they're going to talk about outlaw things on the way back to the door.

"Too cold to spit," he quips. "And I ain't findin' anything that's rufflin' my feathers enough to cuss about, so I think you and I should just head on back and git us some grub. Eatin's important, you know..."

Doc laughs at the look that gets him, as they head inside.