Where Miss Hoppity comes from is never really far from Kate's mind. A gift. In a box with her name on it - her full name, Catherine Ada Kelly - like the salt and the chalk. She's certainly still fond of the box, is Miss Hoppity. But she's a baby. A baby cat, who craves company and cries when Kate leaves her alone. No matter the fierceness in her learning attacks, she's a tiny little thing without even the sense of an adult.

Almost for that alone, Kate's inclined to keep her. Make sure she lives.

"I've been thinkin', if we get the stores really goin', of almost... sharin' 'em out, you know? Just in case. But the Inn's... The Inn."

It's increasingly one of the hearts of the village, if not the heart. And Kate knows that her decision to start feeding everyone puts responsibility on the Inn to keep on doing that.

"Could an earthquake, um, move the kitchen range?" she asks, as they make their way downstairs.