*stops into Doc's place unannounced, as usual, having received a short and uninformative text (back in town) two days earlier*
*walks in and kicks his boots off by the door before making his way back into the kitchen* *pauses to take in the scene: pies and pies and pies, sitting on every flat surface available (and a few not-so-flat surfaces, too)*
*raises his brows briefly* Dude. You have an illness.