"Hi hiiii!" Foxbox starts jamming in her seat to Hold Your Color, and waving her hands in the air a little too. She makes little fox ears on her head with her hands and flaps them to the beat.

"Nicetameetyou!"

"Nice to meet you too!"

Oh she's so cute.

Yeah, Sable's going to have to find someplace that sells child-sized fox ears, won't she?

...None of them will react to mood or motion.

Buy three pairs and gut two to make an animatronic set? She doesn't know how she'll make them track Foxbox's emotions, but that's Future Sable's problem.

Foxbox will happily bop away all the way home if allowed to!

Why in the world would Sable stop her? Happy dancing foster-daughter is a good thing, anyone who argues about this should not be allowed to raise children.

By the time she gets home she's tired herself out a little and stops bopping quite so vigorously, but she still has a big goofy smile on her face. 

"Thank you aun- Thank you Sable!" She says as they pull in back at the house. She manages to hold her enthusiasm in until the car comes to a complete halt, but after that she quicky has her seatbelt off and is squirming to try and get the door open and get down without injuring herself in the process.

Awwwwwww!

Cute and good.

The door opens easily enough, and Sable leads the way inside. "You can call me auntie, if you want. I probably won't say no to anything that isn't an insult," she replies as she sits down and gets her boots off.

Foxbox undoes the buckles for her flats and steps out of them, and does a little curtsey just for fun. Then she pulls out the arm warmer she took off back in the police station and puts it back on. 

"So, wurst?"

"Wurst! I have some kind of sausages in the fridge, and definitely plenty of condiments and buns in the cabinets."

Into the kitchen they go. Sable finds some nice bratwurst in the fridge and starts cooking those, and gets out some buns too.

"What do you normally like on yours? I've got everything from ketchup and mustard to relish and chili sauce."

"Usually I like like a honey garlic sauce? But if that's not the done thing here it's probably worth it to learn the customs, just since we don't know if or when I'll be able to go back..."

Foxbox taps her chin. "Mm. Don't like that thought. Moving along for the moment, how about you give me what's usual and I can see if I like it?"

She frowns thoughtfully. "I can probably approximate that sauce, or find something like it, but it's not the usual thing on hot dogs. Usual is any combination of ketchup (a sweet tomato sauce), mustard (a somewhat strong spicy sauce with a savory tone rather than the sweeter heat of some pepper-chili-pepper-based sauces), relish (a paste made from minced sweet or dill pickles), and shredded cheese. Some people do more exotic things. Sometimes I like sauerkraut on mine, when I'm in that mood. It's pretty flexible, honestly, and the customs aren't very restrictive about this."

"Let's try just ketchup and mustard for the moment?"

"Sure!"

Out comes a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard. Sable also grabs some relish for her own.

The brats are cooking up well enough, so she starts lightly toasting the buns.

This won't take long.

Foxbox looks around in the cupboards for a plate to put this on, and tries to get a little more familiar with where things are stored. 

Well, that cupboard there has plates, bowls are right next to them, glasses are over here, utensils are in this drawer next to the sink, and so on.

The utensils surprise her a little, but she can certainly adapt to them. Certainly she shouldn't need them for a wurst. 

She gets down a plate for herself and leans against the kitchen counter and visibly fidgetstims with her feet and hands. 

The stimming gets a smile. "I'm no good at stillness either. I usually have something in my hands, or I'm drumming along to the music."

Foxbox nods along and keeps drumming to the tune in her head. 

Sable keeps tending everything, hands staying as busy as she can keep them, until finally she pulls the bratwurst off and puts them into toasty buns. "Okay! Off to the table with these. What do you want to drink?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe some more juice?" 

She takes the odd wurst in its thick bun from Sable and goes and sits at the dining room table, where she starts sizing it up like she's judging a worthy opponent.

More juice it is! Sable sits down at the table next to her with a glass for each of them.

"Preparing for a declaration of war, cutie?"

"I think so, yes." 

She sips her juice, takes one more long hard look at the wurst, picks it up, and takes a big bite. Then she chews, consideringly. 

"Mh. Y'khnow, thatsh no sho bad." She swallows the bite, and immediately takes another. 

It seems her stomach has woken up to being quite hungry, given the rate at which the rest of the wurst disappears.

"Oh good!" Sable digs into her own. "Mmm. That's good. Want another, or will that do?"

"I think I will finish off the bowl of nuts and berries you gave us this morning," she says, pointing to the still half full bowl that's still on the table. "And then maybe clothes shopping?"

"Definitely clothes shopping. You need a whole wardrobe, and your own hygiene products, and everything else. What sorts of things do y'all like to wear? Do you all prefer the same sorts of clothes, or are we going to get closer to three wardrobes than one today?"