“Guess I should probably find some supplies for you today, huh?” She lets out the softest little grunt, approving of my suggestion. “You’re lucky the pharmacy down the street is open, or else I’m pretty sure you’d be eating bacon for breakfast.” Another grunt. “You’re right—bacon does sound good. Maybe I’ll make some when I get back.” She tips her head at me, and then I swear she rolls her eyes. She must have picked that up from Rory last night.
