"I could eat," Valmae said, glad for the excuse to get up and move again. She went to root around in her bag and pulled out Puddin's bowl and a large ziplock bag of his food that she proceeded to set out on the porch for him along with a second bowl that she filled with water.
After petting her dog on the head, she headed off to find Lance. "Watcha cooking?" she asked from the door of the kitchen. "And what can I do to help?"