Monkling smirks, then chuckles when the pup splashes the male, shaking her head lightly. Biting her lip and swallowing the laughter she turns back to the girl and nods. "Absolutely." She says, sounding very positive, "I don't like to see a pup in your situation. It's hard enough trying to chase down rodents in this damn unforgiving world. So long as there are those out there who are still able to sell decent food, we should at least be able to partake in that." She nods, "You'll figure out a way to support yourself, I've no doubt. And I'm just helping you out along that road."<br/>The truth is, she'd offer the girl a place to sleep as well, if she herself had a regular place. These days though she's lucky to find a lean-to to duck under and avoid the hot rains. She's become a forced wanderer, setting herself up a local business and selling her wares for a place to spend the night. It isn't always the safest option, but the last few months, since the fire took her cottage...well it's been the only option.