Smiling more now than she probably had in the last week all together, Meg nodded again. "Yeah. That sounds good. And you're not far from the school - if we run late, maybe, he could just walk over? Might be good for him to be someplace other than school or home for once. Although if he keeps working at this bakery, he might weigh a thousand pounds. The woman who runs it keeps loading him up with all the cupcakes and stuff at the end of the day, as if a fifteen year old needs more sugar."