Pookie chuffed softly, nuzzling Charlie. "I am not better with lies than you." he rumbled in a soft almost bashful tone. After a moment of consideration he stood, Charlie firmly in his arms, and made his way to the main house.<br/><br/>"We will do what can be done." he said lightly before moving the young fox so he was riding piggy-back, freeing up his hands/paws to open doors as he made his way to a massive kitchen. This room was well known to be Dane Child's pride and joy.<br/><br/>The bear set Charlie on the large marble topped island before going to a large metal door, it was a walk-in. Shortly after Pookie returned with a bin of items he had carefully selected. "These help." he stated brightly around a small chunk of unsliced bacon that was hanging from the side of his mouth.<br/><br/>The shallow rectangular bin had a variety of fruit, vegetables, meat, a few spices made into a paste and even bandages. It was Pookie's little first-aid kit, so to speak. "Eat." he said as he handed a ziploc bag of cut pineapple to Charlie.