It's not on.

( He calls out, echoing inside the oven before sticking his head back out. Sitting back, he turns to face Neal. )

Also, I killed Hansel and Gretel's witch. So. Good luck with that.

( He doesn't look like he's kidding. )

The marshal and me are cleaning the place up. Thought we might treat it like a real bar. Give ourselves hours and give people a place they can congregate. Not that visiting everyone in their houses isn't quaint and all.