I came to borrow some butter, if you've got any to spare.

Down here we're as far from supplies as the feller that run the Ark I was mentionin', old Noah himself." Brown took the bowl from her hands and went to the pantry to get the butter.

When he turned again she was standing by the door, one hand hidden beneath her apron.

She took the bowl with the other.
"Much obliged," she said.

"I'll fetch this back soon's the grocery cart comes.