"That's too much!"

Back up towards the main property, in the stables, Jim laughs and removes the scoop from Katherine's hands. "You're gonn' make her fat."

Katherine giggles and huffs, neck craning back so blue eyes can peer up at the tall stable master. "She works it off."

"Y'can't feed a horse that much grain," he persists, shaking his head and showing her an appropriate portion of oats and grain to dole out for the stock.

"Grumpy old man."

"Watch it, or you'll be muckin' out every one of these stalls on your lonesome."

She laughs, because she knows he doesn't mean it.