Daisy smiled sweetly at him as she gathered her plate and Bo's. "You're welcome honey."

Luke ate quietly, not really paying any attention to them.

Bo stood up as well after getting Jesse's nod of permission, clearing the table with Daisy, leaving the things on the table that Luke might want. Soon enough he was chattering happily with her, throwing banter back and forth.

Jesse however continued to watch his eldest, noticing the stare that was set firmly on the plate in front of him, eating as if in a trance. Once more, Luke's mind was overactive and you could practically see the wheels in his head turning furiously. Luke hated not knowing something, hated feeling in the slighest bit out of contol...and Jesse could see whatever it was that was troubling him was doing just that...and it was eating at him.

"Luke..."

Luke didn't look up, or give any indication that he heard Jesse at all. He just stared fixidly at his plate. He was eating, but the food all tasted the same to him.

Jesse sighed gently and reached an old hand over, resting it on Luke's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Son..."

Luke's breath caught in his throat as if he had been watching a scary movie and someone just grabbed his shoulder. He let out his breath softly when he realized it was his uncle and that he must have zoned-out again. "Sorry Uncle Jesse...did you say somethin'?"

Jesse nodded a little, taking the flyer he had picked up whilst the table was being set out of his pocket and handing it to him.

"Was wonderin if you three wanted t'take part in this....seems like a good thing t'do..."

Luke bit his lip as he looked at the flyer. "Volunteer at an orphanage..." he said softly before shaking his head. "I don't think they'd want two fellas on probation hanging around the kids, do you?"

Jesse smiled gently.

"Normally no...but they know you two boys...you've worked with kids before when you coached the basketball team...you helped out lil Terry Lee when he was upset...I don't think they'd have any qualms about you helpin out with them..."

Luke bit his lip. "I guess...if they need help...what would I hafta do?" he asked looking again to the flier.

"I don't know...I guess you just turn up and see what they need you to do...could be anythin from lookin after the kids t'helpin with things around the orphanage."

Jesse replied, getting up to give his plate to Bo and Daisy who were still bantering with each other.

"Just thought it might be somethin interestin fer you to do."

Luke nodded in response, the thoughtful look on his face again as he read the flier once more. He supposed it was the right thing to do. He had time after all... he might just as well make use of it.

Jesse left him to muse over that, giving a breif scolding to Daisy as she spattered Bo with the water from the sink before going to the lounge and sinking in his chair to read the paper.

Luke soon finished his plate, picking it up and carrying it to the sink. "That was real good Dais," he said sinking his dishes into the sudsy water, giving Bo a playful scuff on the head for sticking his tongue out at Daisy after she had been reprimanded by Jesse.

Daisy giggled. "Thank ya...for the compliment and the back-up."

"Anytime," said Luke getting his jacket preparing to go back out to the barn and restack the hay, the flier somehow having disappeared.

Bo scowled and wiped his head clean of the dirty water.

"Thanks a lot traitor, we's the boys of the family, we's supposed to support each other!"

Luke smiled a little. "True, but Daisy feeds me...you don't..."

Daisy giggled at that.

Bo put his hands on his hips.

"Now that ain't fair, I would feed ya but you keep sayin yer afraid of gettin poisioned!"

"It's a rational fear...I can't help it..." said Luke over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

"Now where's he off to?" asked Daisy looking out the window as he retreated back to the barn. "Ah ah..." she said shooting Bo a glare, his hand full of soap bubbles. "You do and you'll be sorry...I'm having a good hair day and I wanna keep it that way!"

"Who said anything bout yer hair?" Bo said with a grin before wiping the hand full of soap bubbles down her face and darting out the kitchen door to outside.

"You better run Bo Duke!" she screamed grabbing a sudsy frying pan from the water and taking off after him.

"Don't slam...the door," added Jesse as the screen door slammed shut. He shook his head with a chuckle, not bothering to intervene, knowing Daisy could more than hold her own with a barroom full of men. She could certainly handle Bo.

Bo laughed as he ran from Daisy and her frying pan, jumping to catch the lower branch of the tree and hauling himself up, climbing quickly.

Daisy chased after him, scattering chickens everywhere as he scampered up the tree. "You gotta come down sometime!" she reminded him thumping the pan into her hand.

Bo grinned down at her.

"You also gotta go to work soon."

Daisy smirked. "It is wash day you know..."

Bo rolled his eyes a little.

"You know if you put starch in my undershorts i'll just wash em again...I am capable of doin my own washin."

"Don't mean you do it right..." smirked Daisy. "Besides...I have other methods..."