Szarke wriggles and barks--now that The Problem seems to have been resolved, she is once more on the hunt for The Bacon. She can still smell it a little! It must have run away! She should Chase!

Setting the bread down beside the chicken, Laertes dips a finger in the broth to find it milk-warm; he turns off the heat. "Now, tell me how to assemble these things to feed our daughter."