She watches the girl curiously for a moment, telling herself over and over that the poor pup isn't her responsibility. After about the sixth repetition she turns back to the fruit vendor, "Hey Jon, do me a favor...one more bag for the girl? I'll even pay full price." The vendor grunts at her, looking like he's about ready to believe her as he is to believe a unicorn popping out of her eye. "I'm good for it, you know I am. I'll even throw in a little potion for the nights." He considers her even longer, then grunts, and wraps up a bag of apples taking her credit, "Fine, I'll be by for the potion." He mutters, grudgingly.<br/>Monkling can't help but smile. Humans. Hate you when it's magic, but when they think it's a potion they'll take it anyway.<br/>She's forgotten about the tall male beside her when she turns around. Blinking she smiles a bit, "Ah...well then...good to meet you. Um. Mr. Goblinslayer." Was that the name he'd given? Did it matter?<br/>She turns and hurries toward the fountain, "Hey, Lola..." She calls, waiting for the girl to come over.