...Mmm, yeah, this one's on the interior decorator, I think.

[It's a thin joke. The smile that goes with it is fragile. But it is there, and in a few more moments there's three plates full of food being brought over to the table. The tiniest shred of normalcy for all three.]

Family lore doesn't mention a name for this dog, does it?

[They will not call it Dog. But the little thing is as welcome as can be whenever it darts into the kitchen.]