"Babe, don't be modest, you created my file," Gwen corrected, offering up a smile with a hint of nostalgia. Those had been the days, when they'd been young and ambitious. Now they were simply slightly less young and actually more ambitious. Time had a weirdness that way, she suspected.
"Totally," she nodded emphatically. "I'd have given the goat a little treat for a job well done and everything. Like an apple. Do goats like apples, or is that just horses?" She frowned as she considered it. "Come on, country boy, you're supposed to know this stuff."