Mother Goose found she was unsurprised by Robert's admission. Wayward urchins were more likely to be susceptible to temptations of thievery than those who had supportive families. She felt a little pity for the youth, and decided she would be packing him up a few of those pies to take with him when he left.
"Well then, you'll just have to come visit me again." The look he gave his now empty plate was hard to miss, and Mother Goose promptly put another biscuit on his plate. "Here, have another. I don't know why I make so many, I can never eat them all and the inn will only take so many."
Fatten him up, that's what she'd do. Fatten him up and get him on the straight and narrow path. "Do you know of anyone who might need a job? I have some yardwork I need to get done, and you are of an age that you might know someone. Any friends that might be interested. I pay in coin as well as treats."
Mother Goose tipped her head and hid her smile in her teacup.