Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

was this one daft or summat? maggie hadn't seen him take as much as a single sniff to what she was offering. perhaps he was one of them m [mdas]
when he turned away, maggie scowled to herself, smoothing it like a rumple. her next smile was brisk, challenging. "oi'll take whatever yew bring me. course then it's on my terms what 'appens after."
the beauty plunked her slender haunches down where they stood, leaning back against one foreleg while she lifted the other to her breast. "oi'm maggie lacewell. can't oi 'ave the name of the princeling willin' to catch my supper?" she grinned, meaning to stop the cull before we went mad off into the brush. "want to know what to call 'im when 'e's back, successful."