Billy had dressed while Goodnight was downstairs. His hair was still down as he watched his face at the sink, the water brisk and refreshing. He looked at himself in the mirror next to the dry sink, considering. They'd been out from towns long enough that he had a bit of facial hair coming in, but it was patchy at best.

He smiled briefly as Goodnight came in with the tray. He picked up one of the coffees. "Fruit and the coffee doesn't taste like dirt."