Brenda had been slicing turtle bars before they could solidify in the baking pan, she beamed at the returning trio, though she blinked at Stitch, "That's... well, it's a good thing we've got room." She smiled, shaking her head, "C'mon in. Looks like someone got you lunch." She handed Stitch a paper towel for the ketchup.
Stitch blinked at this, nibbling a corner of it, "Pleh." Was the response, though the turtle bars got a close-as-he-could-get-without-burning-his-nose sniff