Like a shark casually and lazily playing with his food, Doc circles back around to the original point he wanted to bring up. Has it been three topic changes? Probably, by now. He's not keeping count.

"Don't think I would have the opportunity to go quite that far." Even if he did travel farther than many others would have, back in his time. It would have taken him years he did not think he had to go to half the number of places Neal had been, and he has always preferred travelling over land than by sea, just for the sheer familiarity of it.

"I thought I might be able to learn sommin' from you, in the kitchen today. You had Malcolm's help though and I figured you wouldn't want me spoilin' anything," he drawls. "Couldn't help but notice though you... seemed a little distracted, at times." Doc raises an eyebrow and flashes a twinge of a smile that just barely reaches his eyes as he takes a small, measured sip of his drink.