Of course I will, sweetheart. As far as you'd like me to go.

[ There's no mistaking the dog, though the animal ignores him, focused on Fel instead. Vanilla picks the basket back up and slides his Staff through his arm, then gently takes Fel's hand with his free one. ]

I have made sure to pack your favorites, and do expect me to visit to restock you. I do not trust you to feed yourself.

[ A joke, considering her life. He is her father now, after all. ]