Oh, the man - Tobias - went to speak with the Father to... ensure he hadn't been lying.  The thought of doing so hadn't even crossed Edmund's mind, but he supposed Tobias had to be careful of who he trusted,  Especially when a dirty looking boy like himself approached him out of nowhere on the street.

Mable sat prim and proper in her seat, kicking her legs under the table happily as lemonade was ordered for her.  She sent an excited smile to Edmund who returned it, thought it disappeared as Tobias questioned him.

"Wh - no, of course not sir," he said quickly.  "Mable is - I spoke to her about it, and she knows to be careful, and go to the Father is she needs anything.  She wouldn't have been... alone."

Not completely anyway, but she would have been... without Edmund for a little while.  That was nothing she wasn't already used to, though, now more than ever.  Both of them were without each other during the day more than they were together lately.

"And I - I trust Mable not to be so irresponsible just because I'm away.  She's young, but she's not a fool."

"Yes," the girl agreed quickly, "I'm very smart in fact.  And I'm used to taking care of myself during the day.  I even know how to cook a little, and I clean very well, on top of doing all the same work he can."  Mable beamed, her hands folding delicately on the table.  Edmund blinked at her, and then at Tobias, and nodded.