Maybe there was a third option for decision one (henceforth known as d1 for this week). There had to be a free clinic in the capital, she'd have to look into it, but that would be the best of all three options if they could give her what she needed.
The voice - masculine, young - broke her out of her considerations, and she regarded him silently for a moment before responding, her fingertips lingering possessively on one of the cookies. Lean, Broad shouldered. Open face. Faint dents at the corners of his mouth that spoke of mobility. "Yes," she stated rather tersely - and without meaning to be. She glanced down at the treats on her plate and then back up, the corners of her own mouth curling upwards slightly. "The muffins are good too."