Mia shot Oliver a bit of a glare. "Underdog." She corrected. "And you love her, you just won't admit it because you're a crotchedy old man." Underdog was, of course, chomping down and completely unoffended.
Mia filled her bowl and poked around the fridge to procure some cheese. "What do you want to drink?" She pulled out a bottle of water for herself, and she hopped up on the counter and took a bite of her own. "You know, whenever you disappear and then come home and make this, it gives me a chance to actually miss this gut bomb."
Although she didn't much like thinking about people disappearing at the moment. "Anyway, it's already snowing outside, so you're stuck with me. I don't function well when it's less than 45 outside."