"No, it's okay. I like dogs."

She might like them, but it's obvious she's not quite sure what to do around them. Her mother never let her have pets, not even a goldfish, for various reasons. Mostly money, at least that's what Marisol said out loud. Another mouth to feed and what not.

Maggie fingers the cream inbetween her fingers, ignoring it for the moment. "What does he do?"