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Greta bobs her head in acknowledgment. She was hesitant to use her card much at first, worried that she'd spend more than she had if she couldn't see what she was doing (despite the fact that, even after accounting for the different kinds of currency, she is wealthier now than she's ever been in her life). But the card is faster. No one's scolded her for using banknotes, and she's never tried to pay for anything with a pile of little coins or anything obnoxious like that, but the implicit social pressure to get on with things quickly is still there.

This does mean she'll have to double-check her balance before she goes and spends a kingly sum on a dog. But she's been living well within her means; her stipend covers the basics, and there's the money she's making at the Gardens on top of that. So long as the shelter doesn't expect thousands of dollars from her -- and she can't imagine any dog would go for that much -- she should be fine.

"Well, and I'll have you to help me," Greta points out with a fond smile. Demelza's already been a great help to her over the past week, and whether Greta strictly needs assistance with getting a dog doesn't matter; she'd welcome it. And she can't help thinking it'd be more enjoyable for Demelza than the help she's given so far: handling the more boring chores at the Gardens and offering comfort and support whenever Greta loses her composure. She appreciates it more than she can say, but she knows it hasn't exactly been fun.

"I'll have to do some shopping, and probably a bit of reading, as well. But once I'm ready, I'd love some help picking someone out."