"Eeexactly," Gretchen snapped her fingers and took another long swig of coffee, feeling decidedly chipper. "Let him scrounge for his own food. 'e never cooks for me, the ungrateful sod." She pursed her lips slightly, swirling her coffee in its mug, not having meant to copy Trevor's speech pattern.
There was a noise in the hall and Gretchen twisted slightly, her lips curving into a smile, but it was just Keg, shuffling into the kitchen and jumping up to put his front paws on her leg. She skritched behind his ears and ignored his mournful look for as long as she could before she set her coffee cup down and stood to feed him.
"Merlin, dog," she muttered as he hurried after her, his tiny tail wagging fiercely. "Why don't you go wake your master up to feed you?" she asked as she tugged his food down and spilled it into his bowl. He pushed past her to gobble the food down and she returned the bag to its place, snagging a strip of bacon as she crossed back to the table. "How come you're here, anyway?" she asked, the words coming out before she could stop herself from asking them. "Not that I mind free breakfast, but I didn't think Trev was a popular person in your household."