“Yeah, like a breakfast french fry patty,” Anya chimes in agreement, that does fit the description of a hash brown very well.

Pooka brings out the paws, barking that he is ready for this. Anya couldn’t help smiling at these two getting along so swimmingly.

“Oh it certainly is better than having to dig through trash and find something that is edible enough. I would hate to imagine having to scavenge food among the trash. The orphanage I once lived in did at least provided food for me and several young orphans. It was not the fanciest of food but it was tastier and better than trash.”