Sleepy Fox Hollow and so i enter into evidence

She quirked a brow; "Poet" sounded more like a job title than a name. Perhaps it was only nickname, but that didn't matter to her. As long as he held up his end of the deal, she wouldn't chase him out. She couldn't be so sure about Anselm, but that would be between the two of them (and perhaps her, if Anselm figured out she was the one who allowed Poet to stay). She would cross burn that bridge when she got to it.

Well, Poet, off you go; make yourself useful, she said, making a "scoot out of here" motion with her paw.