"Yeh can go sit down somewhere and relax," Lance instructed, waving a hand at her. "I'm just making up some soup from some I had frozen and put back. It's easy enough. Hey, leave him alone," he added, shooting his dog a glare. D.A. was creeping toward Puddin's food bowl, and had the decency to duck his head and look ashamed as he slunk away.
"Yeh've got yehr own."
Turning back to Valmae, he gestured toward the couch. "I've got one of those Muggle tellys if yeh want to see if yeh can find anything."