"That's because you take better care of them horses than you do yourself!" she points out, blue eyes piercing. There's a smile on her lips.

Obviously approving of the breakfast, she nods her head.

"Thank you, Miss Bar," she says, though her eyes are on Doc. "I'd be worried for him if you weren't keepin' such good care."

On the Bar, next to Doc's breakfast, there suddenly appears a plate of hot buttered grits and a sausage patty, along with a small bowl of fresh strawberries. A hot tea sends a curl of steam into the air beside them.

'Don't think you're getting off that easy,' says the accompanying napkin.