Rick shrugged lightly, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know," he said. "I saw Keeler with a big bag earlier this morning. Said it was fruits and vegetables to feed the pegasus, unicorn, and... I don't know. Some other one. Something like...a vole."
"Yale, ya dipshit," a gruff voice spat from the doorway. Keeler Quevedos walked in with an empty basket. "It's called a yale, not a vole. Voles are rodents, and yales could kill ya."
"Sorry, right," Rick said, rolling his eyes.
Keeler peered at the arrogant man, then bowed his head to the women. "Ladies," he said. "Maggie, I didn't take your pumpkin." He disappeared without giving anyone a moment to respond.