"Jake." Jennifer nodded to the cat. "He can Dalk. Sord ob. Delebathy. He can also make soub. Jake, thad's Charlie. He's my pardner ad work."
She found the container of tuna and slid it to the end of the coffee table so that Jake could eat and stay a part of the conversation while he did so. He didn't eat with a knife and a fork like a human, but he was sure a lot more polite than a lot of the people she'd shared meals with.
There was something about the way Charlie's mind worked that she would never get used to. Not that it was a bad thing. But she'd never met any other law enforcement officer that worked like he did. Not even in her home world, where apparently everything was ass backwards.
She went for the soup that Charlie had brought, she was pretty sure Jake wouldn't mind. She craved the containers that had come in from the outside world, proving to her that there was still an outside world. The novelty of eating from some place other than her own kitchen. Also, even though she probably wouldn't be able to taste it, a form of soup that she didn't have.