[Brigid is passive, and she is subservient, but she also thinks of the entire pack, before she speaks. She considers the ramifications of her actions on everyone. That one time during the full moon didn’t count, since she’d been… not herself.  

But this? This is nice. This is comfortable and comforting and something she wants more of in her life.]  

Sometimes. I much prefer slow cookers, to cooking on the stove. I used to cook for a week at a time, when Da was alive.  

[Her lips thin for a moment as she thinks about their precarious position.]  

I don’t mind going without. I’m a cop’s kid, and they don’t make fantastic money. But the way supplies go here, people are going to begin to starve, if we don’t get a few basics soon. Flour, sugar, rice, oats, some vegetables.