She winces, nodding. It was true, Wynonna had her fair share of black eyes and fat lips, but she also had her mama's temper.

"Amen to that," she says, offering a vague shrug before taking another couple of mouthfuls. That's fine. She wasn't one to pry unless it had something to do with her and even then the odds were slim that she would care. So, Wynonna hands him back the shine and leans back to get more comfortable. "And I don't really get the bruises and cuts. I give them."

Her grin is a sly one, fading almost as quickly as it appeared.

"So, any ideas on the latest bs that this place put us through?" she asks.