We saw you headin' back with a shovel, Miss Katherine

It's a nice day at the end of the universe. Kate's been letting some of the stock out to graze, so the stable itself is fairly quiet.

She's moving between stalls, getting them mucked and freshening up the troughs. Beaut's whickering at her as she moseys to and fro, occasionally pinning her ears at the new stallion across the way.

The stallion who, as of a few minutes ago, has enjoyed his second green apple of the day.