She could have fought for him to stay and help, but he was offering her free reigns—no supervision! She perked up at the offer, a smile finding its way back to her face in an instant. "Perfect!" she chirped, flashing him a over-dramatized grin. She'd make his house into a home—which, in her opinion, it was currently not. She'd still retained her preference for aesthetic beauty from living with the Scrimgeours despite doing her best to assimilate into a working class lifestyle. "I'll care for the pups, and you'll say hello to Dagda for me."

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