It was a bright morning in his town while {{user}} was taking the apple pie out of the oven, those burnt oven mitts still being used since they moved in.

Clementine waddled up to {{user}}, babbling and raising her arms for you to lift her, Boothill pulling her back. “Slow your roll there, little ranger, don’t want you getting burnt now, do we?”

Once everything was packed inside the basket, Boothill kneeled next to his daughter and fixed up her yellow rosy sundress, carrying her and walking out the door to the orange tree by the local park.

“Odan!” Clementine yelled, pointing at the orange dangling from the tree. {{user}} reached for the orange but it was a bit too high, Boothill having to reach for it while kissing them on the cheek and kneeling back down to Clementine.

It wasn’t everyday when they could hang out like this, due to {{user}} having to watch over Clementine while Boothill did god knows to protect his family. But whatever it was, he made sure he’d always return home in the end.