[ Sorry, distracted for a second by the food cooking. But his attention is taken quickly when she says he's still a boy. Which... yeah, he's young, but he's never felt like a kid in his life. Very few people have called him as much, either...

Anyway, once he deciphers her request, Finn hops up from the blankets like they're on fire, heading for the cupboard. ] Sure, no problem. [ Helping around the kitchen's a good start, he figures.

And he's already taking a few things down to clean when he answers. ] Yes, ma'am, I know. You've been nice enough to let us stay here, though. I feel like I should help out somehow.

[ Earn his keep or something. Though, he kind of figures the Merchant has paid her or she's getting something some other way from this, maybe, but it still feels way too free for Finn's tastes. Especially when she already has so many mouths to feed. ]