Jaime gestured to her dresser. "Top drawer, there should be some chips or donuts. Poptarts at the very least. I had to start keeping them in there because someone got into them once and sicked up all over the floor." She figured it would be fairly obvious who she meant, but she saw no need to point fingers.
"It's different, Dug, because people are different. People get jealous of other people, but ... not dogs." Granted, most dogs didn't talk so it was a completely moot issue. Maybe if dogs talked, guys would get jealous. She could sort of imagine that conversation: Mistress rubbed my belly and it was very good.
A faint smile tugged the corners of her lips, though it didn't last or touch her eyes. Instead, her thoughts followed a predictable path and wound up at Mal again. "I can ... go on a run. I should probably bring Dug's kibble in here, anyway." Because the fewer times she had to leave the saferoom ... the better.
"Yeah, being here has kind of ..." she made a few motions with her hand, miming a box. "Stretched the boundaries of my idea of reality." If she thought too hard about it ... it was just flat out weird. People with mutations and magic and people who traveled to lands with talking lions ... it was just crazy.
"Are you and Alice going to be staying up there?" She'd feel better if one or both of them would be there, so she'd have company she knew.