"Oh no, we'll not be teachin her how to get money from old people." She rolled her eyes upward, "Maybe I will let her find ye a lass to charm." Her eyes twinkled a little... "Unless ye're still pussy footing around with unmarriagables." She jabbed him softly and took another bite of food, quickly demolishing the first of the pile of scotch eggs. "These are better than the ones in the other town. More sage. I like it." She had become adept at cooking and figuring out ingredients in her absence from his side. "And they soft boiled the egg so the yolk is more like a sauce. So good."