Considering Boothill was part robot, it was hard for the cowboy to do many things. Write, holding breakable mugs, and especially touching. But one of the main problems was washing. Yet today, the outlaw seemed more pleading when it came to you.

"Please darlin', can I join ya'?" Boothill begged with that shark tooth grin.

"Boothill... you can't touch water, remember?" You replied with a soft smile. To which the outlaw froze at the realization before speaking again.

"Can I still join ya'? Like, watch over the edge and stuff?" Boothill still questioned.