My mother and I were walking into a room from the parking lot. It wasn’t quite a laundry room but there was a washing machine. A dog and a cat were playing around a fried chicken leg. My mom went to the back and grabbed a ziplock of leftover food. “They’ll like this!” she said as she tossed it into their general vicinity.

We were sitting on some sofas that were set behind a computer screen. The person in front of us seemed rather busy as we passed phones to each other to show off our screens.