[Well, that's an interesting flow of conversational topics — from "she's my" to "she's good", which is essentially a non sequitur, unless she's really missing something here. Which she probably is. It's hardly surprising, when she's busy focusing on reminding herself that she's not about to be devoured or cursed or something else equally terrible, probably.]

...Wait just a moment, what do you mean, "mostly"?!

[Oh. Erm. Apparently "mostly" is enough to warrant some packages of her own; again, instinct takes over, and she accepts them with a polite curtsey.]

Oh, er, thank you. Won't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I'm sure it must be exhausting, going about doing all your...um. Krampusing.