[Ah, a kid. Monts wouldn't call herself maternal or even sisterly by any means, but she doesn't mind younger people either way. She gives the girl a friendly smile before tossing a few more bread crumbs for the goose before it tries to nip at the seams of her cardigan.]

Well, I was thinking you would be a Gretel. You kind of suit the name since you followed the breadcrumbs.

The goose doesn't belong to anyone, does it? It tried to go for my bag, so I just thought it was hungry and started feeding it.