"Yes, yes, fine.  Duty first, food later."<br/><br/>Pulling the capuchin out from under her poncho (and surprisingly the little furry fellow is wearing a small tunic and pair of trousers), she set him on the floor and whispered to him for a moment.  Then the monkey skittered away across the floor in the direction of the kitchen.<br/><br/>Standing, the little flame-haired powderkeg smirked at Jenny.<br/><br/>"You go stable horse.  I go help with dinner.  Yes?"