Bob reaches down and scratches Rocco gently, humming to try to soothe him to come out.

"He won't."

He's a good little dog, and he isn't getting out from underneath Bob's feet at this point.

"There's a box, but it looks well picked over. It's just vegetables now, and nothing I know the look of. If we had facilities to cook it might be a little easier, but-"

But he hasn't gotten so far as finding that, either.