@ask-maruta Maruta smiled and chuckled a little before saying, “Maybe, but will Ah’ll hafta ask yer caretaker first.”She knew that most of the younger muds under 9 was raised by at least someone, whether a parent, a foster parent, a family member, or even caregiver of sorts that was responsible for more than 10 eggs at a time!Isabelle’s behavior was clearly that of a young girl who didn’t live on her own as of now. Maruta had no problem taking this young lady under her scarred wing, but she wanted to be sure that it would not cause problems.
Isabelle squeaked in joy but when heard she needs parental consent, she didn’t know if Cecil would be hard to convince or not. “Oh... So I need permission from my dad, huh?” Having seen the absolute state he was in lately, it would probably work in her advantage. In all likelihood he’d be thrilled to have her out of his hair for a little while. “That shouldn’t be a problem... I’ll ask him tonight!” The girl clearly didn’t know what she was signing up for. “Everyone always complains that I’m just some spoiled brat that does nothing for herself, and I’m sick of it. Not to mention bored out of my gourd.. So this might finally put those naysayers in their place! Hahaha!”














