"Sure." A bottle of juice will end up turning into a half dozen things because the girls got carried away and Doc indulges them too much (he might draw the line at Baby Shark but there's a lot of lines he doesn't draw which he probably ought to be drawing before they get as far as the earworm hellspawn of a 'song'), but he won't let them dally in the store for too long. He knows Raylan is eager to see them and he'll want to whisk them away back to the house before it starts to get dark, which seems to be creeping upon them earlier and earlier with each passing day.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do now," he says by way of farewell once twelve of his fifteen minutes are up and he's done everything he's needed to, right up to slipping into his coat and donning on his hat. He's not yet come home to a disaster but that's happened before with Wynonna, and he's not going to take any chances with his errant Marshal.

The last three minutes he will spend on the porch with his last cigarillo for what was likely going to be the rest of the day, looking out over the parked cars and the stretch of flat land around them, a smattering of interspersed trees casting long shadows towards and over the house, and then he'll be off.