"Dee?"

It's Patch. Dee is sitting at the table somberly. Patch frowns. He sees that she's distressed and sits down beside her.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head vigorously. "It's nothing. I guess this whole sheriff thing and trying to figure out how to get Leigha out of there is just stressing me out"

Patch looks sad and then smiles. He stands up. "Hey! I know what we should do! Let's make some cookies!"

"Cookies?" Dee asks flatly, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! They cheer everyone up! I mean, if they didn't why would they call them such a cool name! You know? COOKIES! C'mon, it's so much fun to say! Just say it Dee! COOKIES!"

Dee looks at him emotionlessly. She blinks. "Patch, I'm really not in the mood to make, or even talk about cookies,"

"C'mon Dee! I'm just trying to cheer you up!"

"I appreciate that, Patch, but, really, I'm okay with not making cookies"

Patch looks down. "Do you want anything tea or something?"

Dee sighs, she is annoyed. "NO, Patch!"

Patch recoils. "I- I- I was just trying to help," he says. Dee looks up at him. He looks like a hurt puppy dog. Instantly, she is sorry of what she said. She stands up.

"Patch," she starts, "I'm sorry"

He forces a smile and steps back, towards the kitchen. She lets him leave. Dee sits back down, feeling more awful than she did before. She hears the whirring of a machine, a blender.

Dee waits a few minutes before going into the kitchen, prepared to apologize. She gets up and walks in. She sees a blender in the sink, empty. Patch is leaning against the counter, drinking, or at least trying to, a chocolate milkshake.

He sees Dee and reaches beside him, producing another milkshake. He hands it to her.

"I knew you'd want one"

She takes it from him and smiles. "You know everything about me?" she asks, taking a sip. It's good.

"I'm getting there"