"My place. You don't have to come inside, but in that case I'm going to run out the electric blanket onto the porch. Or you could go sit with the girls under the heat lamps in the henhouse, but that might be a little tight," Bart says, listing multiple options, any of which would be fine, but all mean that Thad's getting at least a little care.

"I know this is not what either of us wants, but you need some help before you can run off again. So why don't you decide while I get some soup warmed." He nods at the nearest window which looks into a kitchen that is either spotless from care or lack of use, but it's hard to tell which at from here.