Before half the groceries were put away, Starlight was already starting on lunch. She tossed a couple of logs in the stove and opened the dampers, then began pumping water into a large stockpot. Dale frowned at the muddy streaks from her fetlocks on the pot, but it was on the outside rather than the inside, and he'd certainly dealt with that while camping. Of course, being a house rather than a tent hopefully meant food with less grit.