"Suppose it is," he smiles a little as they head downstairs into the main bar. It's pretty empty, but then again it is relatively early. Doc slides easily onto a barstool and places his hands on the counter.

"Hit me, sweetheart."

Shortly, there is a mug of coffee, a shotglass full of ice-cold milk, a piece of paper with some numbers and figures on it, a bunch of carrots...

Morning, Josiah.

...and a plastic container full of sugarcubes, next to the carrots.

Since they're not for his coffee...

"You want breakfast? I ain't hungry but y'should eat somethin'."