"Back there," Doc gestures with a jerk of his head towards the side of Mathias they'd come from. He's not much of a chef but there's some leftover casserole, some beef and potatoes. She didn't strike him as a fussy eater.

"I made some biscuits earlier. Suppose you haven't had them before." Doc would be happy to introduce her to some southern cuisine. Food is a universal language, or so they say.