At this distance, he may or may not notice she smelled nearly as bad as he did – albeit fermented in different ways.

“A terrible man, with terrible daughters,” she said with an intense look.

Then, she let herself half-kneel, half-collapse to her knees. Rolled onto her side and then sprawled herself out in the sun, like she might take a nap there. Wouldn’t be a first.

“That’s alright, dear,” she answered, raspily. “I forgive you.”

Her eyes were closed, but she smiled.

“You’re welcome. Stay out of wells and kill Benjamin Ward if you have a moment.”