"Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something?" "Like what?" "A dish?" "We have dishes. We have lots of dishes." "He means food," Peabody interpreted. "Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too." "Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat?" Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter. "It's a social nicety."