Brook giggled and pet the doggie as best she could with her foot. "You didn't say you had a dog! Hi, Spike! He should keep me company even when you don't." She grinned at the dog and tried to get him to come to her hand. When the dog kept staying by Tom's side, she found a pair of old socks (she didn't want to think about it), balled them up, and threw it through the open door into Tom's room for Spike to chase.
"Oh, if I want anything, you'll definitely know. You'll probably get sick of me." She smiled sweetly. "I don't think I have any strange cravings, though—Oooh! Do you have popcorn? And any M&M's®? I love popcorn and M&M's®. Or! Do you have any mint chocolate chip ice cream? Or cookies 'n' cream ice cream?"
She looked around the room. "What were you using this place for before I came here?" She tossed the balled up socks when Spike returned. "You don't have dirty magazines stashed around here, do you, 'big brother'?"
She looked up at him and sighed a bit. "Okay. I've probably wasted a lot of your time. I'll just get settled into my prison. You can leave.... Just send a hot young soldier to come see me? And leave the dog, too. Maybe I can make him into a messenger hound or something. What do you think?"
Spike returned, Brook contented herself just to pet the dog this time, though she was sure the dog wanted to do more than just stand there. "Maybe I can name the baby Spike? Spike Wellington!"