[A little of Tamarack's exuberance diminishes at the lukewarm reception, but she persists.]

I won't touch nothing you don't want me to, miss. [She crosses her arms across her chest and shoves her paws into her armpits.] You can stay if you don't mind me staying. We can talk... maybe. I can tell you stories. I know a lot of good ones! Nice way to pass the night. And-and, uh... [What else can she offer to get this human to stay?] I got an apple!

[She digs into her rucksack and pulls out a slightly withered apple.] It's all yours if you want it.