You chuckle to yourself as Dash graciously accepts your offering. In less than a minute your plate is clean and Dash is nibbling at breadcrumbs in her chest fur. You help her pick the last few out and down half of the juice before offering her the rest. She takes it without hesitation and sits up to keep from choking. Finally finished, you take the empty glass from her and the tray and set them on the floor next to your bed. You lean back using your arms as a headrest. Dash wiggles her way under the covers and lays her head across your bare chest, her chin resting on your sternum, orange-breath blowing across your face.