"Well, she ate moderately slowly," he answers, a little dubious -- does that count? "She's been done for about ten minutes. Keeps nosing at the trough, the bucket, and the ground to see if there's more of the mash, and she's nibbled some at the grass, where Acorn hadn't reached it. She's got a longer neck than he does."
He remembers that she's asked him a question, too.
"And yeah, I do, and she isn't -- I've checked about three times so far, out of nerves."