"Oh, well that makes the story decidedly less interesting," Peyton pointed out, a smile quirking at her lips. "No squirrels, then you just have dust and squirrel poop. I was enjoying the mental image of you running around with one attached to your ears or nose." She shrugged and focused on her food for a moment before glancing at Jake again.
"What am I up to? At the moment, I'm eating dinner," she said, motioning to her food. "After that, I'm not sure yet. Probably going home to take a hot bath and have some kind of alcoholic beverage. Who knows? The night is young. What are you doing?"