[ Bones turns a little pink at being called out like this. He still keeps his hand on the horses' face, running blunt nails under her chin even as he turns to look at Edgin. ]

My ma -- my grandma that is -- used to have horses. I was real little last time I saw 'er, but I grew up around 'em.

[ His smile turns soft at the memories, faded though they are with time. He hasn't told people about his human life, but the words come easily around Edgin. It's enough to make him finally pull away from the horse and bump him right back. ]