Bones shot Wash a look- the hell kind of narrative causality did the man just invoke? Was that his real magic power? God only knew. But Rose was here and Greg was mollified by it- without an answer as to what kinda food he wanted it Freed Bones up enough to grab the medical kit and walk back around to the livingroom and start unpacking what he'd need to patch up Miz Rose.

'Course then she started talking.

And that was a bit of a bitch to swallow, wasn't it? "How about you let the man have some kinda autonomy and maybe listen t'him now and then, huh?"

Sure he hadn't seen the fight, but if Greg was involved? He'd probably tried to wind things down. That's what Greg did. Calmed people and tried to get them to talk.