Pony seemed deep in thought and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked back into her eyes as he listened to her. He nodded lightly. "I think that would work. I thought they were better here, not forcing girls to do that sort of thing. The patrons are bad enough while you're serving them their liquor." He finally smiled just a little. "I did love your cooking. You could be great at selling that. And I have been more than happy enough to use my cart to help take it into town to sell your stuff."