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.
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.
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?
She turns and hurries toward the fountain, "Hey, Lola..." She calls, waiting for the girl to come over.