This week, Miss Sophie met her "grandparents"—Nick's Parents. She played the defensive for awhile, hiding behind furniture and walking low to the ground with her belly rubbing the carpet, ever aware of these new people in her home. Of course, and this should come as no surprise if one takes into account the regular narrative I give on Sophie's appetite, she came around very quickly when she realized that Joan brought treats. Please Sophie's tummy, please Sophie. It's really quite simple, and I'm happy we've finally figured out the equation. She ate a cranberry orange muffin on us last week, or rather, a cranberry orange muffin wrapper...and grabbed a butter-flavored paper towel that I had used for my toast from the garbage. Good ol' Sophie: waste not, want not.