"I'm with her," Jesse agreed, pointing his thumb at Patricia. "Put Bastian down, by all means, but I can throw together some food. We've got plenty of groceries now. Because she's right, you do need to eat. We should all eat."
"I'm just going to put this back in my car," Ceridwen added, holding up her bag. She slipped out of the living room, and Jesse heard the front door open and close.
Jesse headed into the kitchen, rooting through their pantry and fridge. "Maybe gumbo?" he said, half to himself. "Doesn't take much to pull that together."