"Cheese factory. I ain't a fan of milkin' cows, and you can't make cheese unless you got milk."

Doc shakes his head.

"No, he didn't. They'd all be killed years back," he says. "He was good with kids, though. The night Charlie got married, he was dancin' with all those little girls, carryin' them around in his arms. They loved him for it."

He keeps his touch light and gentle, repetitive enough to set a watch to.