The dog raises his nose, gives a few sniffs Asher's way, then strides on over, and favors the man by licking the outstretched hand. A vicious beast of a wardog, no doubt. Kaisa just snorts, looking amused, and completely unwilling to try correcting the behavior. Instead, she turns her attention to the task at hand, gesturing off down the courtyard.

"Yonder over there, if you pass by the barn to the left, you'll see a set of stairs. Right up them is the kitchens. I'll help you haul the cart there and get the food--Your family made all of this? Nice.--up the stairs, no problem." Particularly if she's being paid in homemade alcohol. The Wardens should consider a similar set up, honestly. And the Inquisition.

At the mention of the mastiff, she grinned down at him, patting his head affectionately. "This guy? Name's Puppy," She waited the customary moment after his name, to let it sink in that yes, the dog was named Puppy, and followed it up with the customary explanation. "I gave him a real name, honest. Some heroic Warden name, but so many people just called him Puppy anyway," Including her. "That he just started responding to it. Figured he knew what he was, and left well enough alone. He's no mabari, obviously. But he's a good 'un. Got him free 'cause his mom was a purebred and his dad was an enterprising mutt that managed to hop the fence."

She sauntered to the cart, putting a hand on it and getting ready to help him push, though she took a moment to look Asher up and down, and shoot him a smirk. "If you ask me, being particularly enterprising about getting what you want is just as good of a trait to pass on as any."