Miniver traces her eyebrow with a finger. "Yeah, and that's why I ain't singing anymore." He hops off the bed, adds another log to the fire, and picks a book from the shelves lining the walls. It's some basically mindless adventure story, probably with pirates and busty maidens and tentacled monsters and so on and so forth. He gets about two chapters into it before Sable comes back with a plastic bag in her hand.
"Hey, you two. Dinner." She puts the bag on the bed and takes out a couple of tupperware bowls. "Hot beef stew. Not too fancy, but all the protien you'll need. Off the bed, Jack." She passes out silverware and napkins as Jack yawns and hops onto the floor.