[She almost cracks a smile when his tail wags, not exactly because it's cute or funny, but because it's so absurd.

Imagine having a dog see through you like that?

On the other hand, though, maybe that's better? She almost laughs at the idea of a therapy dog. She'll give that a pass.]

I could eat, sure. [She relaxes some at the offer, taking at a sign he won't poke around at her tender spots just now.] I'm not sure breaded spam sounds that much better than regular spam, but not in much of a position to be picky, are we?