Jack grins at him, holds up the pie for Ennis to see.

"Breakfast. C'mon and take a break for a minute and help me out with this, huh? Christ, can't believe she baked an whole damn pie."

The last is mostly said to himself as he searches about for a place to set the pie down, settling in the end for the line of hay bales stacked at one end of the stable. The roster goes down next to him, and he takes out a jackknife to cut into the pie.

Sweet potato. Damn. That woman sure knows her stuff.