"You managed to find cheese? No way. I would have thought it all went bad by now," Knight inspected the dough as he kneaded. He could smell the onion, which was good, but he didn't notice any cheese. Maybe it hadn't been put in yet. Noticing her go quiet, he glanced sideways at Dove, wondering if he'd said something upsetting. He got his answer a moment later.
"It is," He countered, his voice kind, but still trying to remain casual. "It may not be one we were hoping, what we expected, but it's a life. Making choices and deciding who you want to be. I think so, anyway." He wasn't sure how to comfort her. He'd never been good at it, never had any practice.