Lorne bustles in from the extension in the back where he lives. He has a pitcher full of icy lemonade, condensation pearling on the outside, and a bowl of baby carrots. "Thought you might need a pit stop, buddy," he calls out. He's been in the back taking inventory of all the crates coming up from the basement and trying to figure out where to put them, but he feels bad that Casey's been stuck with all the heavy lifting.

He notices Martha and beams. "Look, if it isn't my favorite lifesaver! Noah Wylie, eat your heart out. So glad you came." He puts the lemonade and carrots on the counter, grabs a glass from behind the bar, and pours some for Casey. "How're things going?"