As he had not been able to get a response out of the boy, Buck was even more pleased than usual when Laurel approached. She hugged him, which he awkwardly returned. Being affectionate was not something he had ever been comfortable with. "How's things going?" she asked. "Not very good," Buck responded. "The kid won't talk to me for some reason. Maybe you can get a better response out of him." He watched as Laurel moved to the boy and asked him about the rabbits and about coming to live with her as well. Buck shook his head. The girl was a natural. How anyone could preserve that kind of compassion and tenderness in these trying times was beyond him. When he was ready to rip the head off of everyone, Laurel was always ready with kindness and comfort. Before Anwell could respond to Laurel's offer Buck was putting his two cents in. "That sounds like a pretty good deal to me, kid. I mean Olive can be a bit of a pill, but you know Laurel's gonna look after you."