Please stop making up excuses for the donkey. A few weeks from now, when she starts kicking holes in hotel room walls 'cause you fed her a few minutes late and we're crouched under a desk trying not to get stomped on, I'm gonna remind you of this moment.

[He watches Brookie for a moment longer, before shaking his head. He uncrosses his arms and takes Winston's hands in his again, grinning.]

Hey- I can make fun of your shitty parenting later. I've got eight months to fill you in on, and I think that'd go a lot better in my room at the inn here, and not in the middle of foot traffic.

[A beat.]

Especially since I kinda feel like I'm gonna die if I don't get my hands on ya.

[There it is.]