She was given a chicken dish that looked like it had been cooked in some sort of butter and herbs. She took a forkful of it, contented noises rumbling in the back of her throat. "Bobby? He's here, you know. I don't personally know him, but Mikey does. He said he has a cute little bulldog girl." She dabbed at her mouth with her napkin when he grinned, shaking her head. "It's so huge, I figure we can make a plan of attack with a map." She was very organized and good at figuring out the fastest way to do what she needed. When one looked after twenty kids every day, one had to have one's shit together.