"That is flippin' adorable," Pam decided, grinning. Something that Juno would have had for that long, she imagined, was bound to show up around here sooner or later. It just felt like something that would give that emotional response that They liked, and she just hoped for Juno's sake that Pedro reappeared in one piece.
She was glad for cookie talk for a moment, and she shook the box, suggesting that Juno could take more than one. "I like this one too! She's kind of kooky, but she seems sweet, and her cookies are delicious. I had, like, four on the way up the stairs," she admitted, her lips pulling into a thin line in embarrassment.
She pursed her lips as she considered Juno's problem, and while she had no idea when they were getting out of there, or if it'd happen at the same time, she still didn't like the idea of Juno being homeless, for the same reason she didn't like her crying in the empty room. "Well, if you can't find Jack, because he's from the city too, if you take a train out to Stamford in Connecticut, you find me, and we'll get you set up in our guest room while you get back on your feet. You'll have to, like, fight the dogs for the bed, but it's better than sleeping in an alley! I know, like, that's probably not what you want to do, but still."