A Doctor! [ Butch exclaims as he holds the door open for her. ] If I'd known I was about to get such an esteemed guest, I've have spun up something proper fancy!

[ And if he notices the little lag in the handshake there, or the way her eyes dart over his scars, the man doesn't comment. He's cheerfully directing her to the dinner table, the promised pie sitting atop a cork trivet and checkered white and red tablecloth, still steaming. ]

Take any chair you want to, make yourself right at home! Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Juice or water if you don't need the extra caffeine?