Malcolm would probably balk at being compared to a hog. He seems like the kind of gentleman who... would know what half the stuff in Zelda's Beauty Supplies are supposed to be used for.

Doc used to run a bordello back in the day and he overheard all the ladies gossiping over all the little details they would pick up on. Coupled with thousands of hours spent at a poker table and all he can say is it's a damn shame the Marshal isn't picking up on the cues. Even if it does make for a bit of entertainment.

"My guess? Probably because you were good to him in the lighthouse." And he won't say anything else about the matter. Wiping the kitchen counter down after all the bottles are cleared, Doc checks the cupboards for anything they might want to bring over to the new place. No point letting food and supplies just sit around here.

"You can take his suit. I'll take the chair." He's got his own bag of things he had acquired over the past week or so where he'd taken the first aid kit out of, but otherwise he's traveling light.

"We'll come back for the uh... well. We should bring the shine with us. We have enough empty bottles to be making more anyway and no point leaving it all here."