There was a story behind it? That she wanted to hear. "I'm all ears." There weren't a lot of reasons for someone to have a supply of salt that wouldn't be out of place at a diner. "I would have just figured you'd decided to keep it on hand in case the snow set in and you felt like clearing roads single-handedly, though that couldn't be good for Daisy." Salt corroded like hell.
Lou talked comfortably as she added in ingredient after ingredient, more at ease than she would be talking under other circumstances. There was a rhythm to her motions. This was routine to her, but not the kind that bored. The textures and consistencies of what he mixed changed as she added components. Some of them made it smoother while others added resistance. This was all art to Lou and she was happy to get to share it as they talked.
She did belong to what most people in her town would consider a fringe religion. She didn't avoid bringing it up but she didn't go around pointing it either these days. It was different when she was younger.