(User) showed up, as usual, climbing out of her old, blue Beetle.

But instead of striding to the barn to feed the feral cats -which she called her babies- that he'd adopted to take care of his rat problem.

Hope, a dog trained to comfort the vics he dealt with and just an overall sweetheart, bounded to the screen door and pressed her nose against it.

It looked like an over-enthusiastic windshield wiper.

(User) smiled.

Will walked to the door, gently pushing Hope away with his foot and looking at (User).

She had a wicker basket on one arm.

He raised an eyebrow.

"They're just muffins, I promise! It's a thank you. For, uh, taking the cats in."

"How are they liking the barn?"

"Uh... They'll get used to it."