"Eggs is good," she replied. "I'm aiming for the baked stuff. Cinnamon rolls and donuts and whatever else we can actually make here," she continued. "But I think if we can cover bacon, I'll probably be good."
Lana thought about that for a minute. "I think they can but ... only if someone passes it to them. Like if a sick person or dog sneezes on them or something. Isn't she one of the built for cold breeds?" She thought, but wouldn't swear, though she did look fluffy enough to take some snow and keep on going. "I mean, I'd be worried if she was like ... a Greyhound or something because they legit can't handle the cold. Tiny furs and no fat," she reported, because she was a font of fun facts. "They make jackets and boots and things for them. Could you even imagine bundling up your dog to take them out to pee? It's like getting a toddler ready to go out in the snow. I assume," she amended, since she didn't actually have any experience with ... well, any of that.