It didn't matter. Mia knew Oliver had a soft spot for animals. He might have been disappointed she didn't have some larger breed hunting dog, but last time Underdog had been here, he'd spent most of the evening absentmindedly petting her while watching television. "Damn right. Don't forgot it."
She traded him a water for the crackers and added some to hers. "Well, if I could make it on my own then I wouldn't miss it." She teased. "Although Roy has something written down, it's the closest any of us has gotten to recreating it, and it's the only thing he can make besides Mac and Cheese." She took another spoonful.
"That's exactly it. They named it Jonas just to fuck with you. Which Meteorologist at the National Weather Service did you not call back?"