Oh, what a sweet girl. Molly found herself instantly that much more endeared to Airy, her hand pressing to her chest at the precious query. She nodded, then, grinning. "A hunter of sorts. I'm a deputy with the Bemidji Sheriff's department. But that's—" Molly giggled. "That's not exactly what I was meaning. I just meant that colloquially speaking.

"So, what do you say? I don't mind making you a meal, and I know all kinds of things to make on account of my dad running a diner." Not that she was tossing that out there as boast, it just happened to be a fact that she didn't mind leaning on. And she certainly didn't mind a little company, either.