"He's doing very well. He ate something and now he's resting." "What did he have?" Like he was her kid or something. "That ginger and rice--" "Roast beef." "Oh, that's great! A serving or two of that can help his iron counts." "It wasn't just a serving. He had a whole roast beef. As in . . . a bone-in, standing prime rib roast. I believe they said it weighed sixteen pounds." Sarah blinked. "Jeez, what was dessert--an entire pie?" "Vanilla ice cream." "Oh, that's more reasonable. It's not like he ate a whole half gallon." "And the pie." "What?" "He ate a half gallon of vanilla ice cream with an apple pie. He's in a food coma now." Sarah threw her head back and laughed."