Lou beamed. He didn't have many friends in Whitby, and now this fellow was more-or-less offering his friendship. It would be nice to recognize someone around town and be able to wave to them and stop for small talk once in a while. Lou raised his mug of cider in another toast, this time offering it to Pony, and replied, "Thank you. And if you ever need someplace to keep Jenny and sleep for the night, my door and barn are always open."