Ecstatic about her willingness to sample his cooking, Oskar was about to excuse himself in order to prepare their meals.  But first, he wished to be sure that Jane was fine with the current show being aired.  She must have been, as her enrapture with the puppies barely solicited an audible response from her.  A nod was all he received.  Good enough, he thought, as he left for the kitchen.<br/><br/>Since the beef stew and rice had already been made, a quick zap in the microwave was all it took to reheat the food.  Satisfied that their dinner was at a tolerable temperature, he beckoned for Jane to join him at the dining room table.  Not much prodding was necessary, which indicated to him that she really must have been hungry.  Excellent, he thought, as the hearty stew’s ingredients and semi-thick gravy would be sure to stick to her bones.  The stew served as a tasty blanket over the rice.<br/><br/>Usually, Oskar would sit and watch TV while eating.  He decided against this practice, however, as he didn’t want to overwhelm Jane with balancing a plate in hand while also enjoying whatever show might be on.  That could get messy through no real fault of hers.  So they sat at the table instead, enjoying the hot meal and each other’s company.  He was glad to see her attack her supper with the zest worthy of a wolf.  Sure beats taking down live game, he thought.  Smiling, he was pretty sure she would agree with that assessment.<br/><br/>Conversation topics ranged anywhere from their shifting prowess to ideas and plans on tracking her father.  Oskar knew that they would make better time once underway in his car.  He didn’t doubt for an instant Jane’s skills at locating her father.  But he also knew that she couldn’t possibly cover the kind of ground a car could.  Or a golden eagle for that matter.  Sadly, he lacked any sort of accommodation for a passenger.