Duncan Kerrigan gave a nod of thanks, his fingers brushing over the basket’s sturdy handle.

"Much obliged, Miss Straub. And be sure to pass my thanks to Mrs. Lutz. A hot meal like this might be the last bit of kindness that Miss Matthews sees."

He adjusted his hat and stood, taking a moment to settle the weight of his gun belt before picking up the basket. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, about those pies you mentioned—might have to see for myself, soon, if they’re as fine as you say." His smile was warm, "It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Straub." tipping his hat as he turned to leave.

Duncan stepped out of the Lick Skillet into the cool morning air, the basket of food secure in his grip. The streets of town had settled into the daily hum of morning activities along the walkways. His boots crunched against the dirt road as he made his way back toward the jailhouse. As he approached the jailhouse, Duncan took a breath and made is way in. 

After paying for his own meal, he now hefted the lunch basket to take on over to the jail to that poor woman. He was polite, thanking her and even asking that she thank Clara too.

"I will be sure to do that, sir. And if it is her last meal, hope she enjoys it. Though I cannot imagine how she would," Constance sighed. She would be far too upset to even think about eating if she was in that grim situation.

"Now, about those pies you mentioned—might have to see for myself, soon, if they’re as fine as you say."

"Oh they are. In fact, if you have a slice of our pie and you do not like it, I will pay for it myself. I am that confident," Constance declared with a smile.

His smile was warm, "It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Straub." tipping his hat as he turned to leave.

"The pleasure was all mine, sir. Good day," she replied.