She smiled to the touch before offering a sly grin. "Oh no, being snowed in with my husband. However shall I manage?" Her tone was teasing as she finished what she could. She always strove to eat something at least. Even a little.
"We should take Gandalf with us," smiling she fed the dog a piece of the steak. "He's getting good at tracking." For a dog that hadn't been bred for hunting, and was getting to it late in life, he was rather good at tracking and taking down things that needed to be taken down.