"I made you something to eat if you're hungry." Leigh peered at the steaming pile on the plate on the tray, then asked uncertainly. "What is it?" "Prime cuts in gravy." "Prime cuts in gravy?" she echoed slowly. "Did you cook it?" "I opened the can and heated it up in the microwave for one minute. Someone named Alpo cooked it." Leigh stiffened, her head shooting up, eyes wide with disbelief. "Alpo?" He shrugged. "That's what the can said." Leigh shook her head with bewilderment. "You can use a microwave, but not a phone, and don't know that Alpo isn't the chef, but the brand name for dog food?" There was something seriously wrong here."