Bee gave a small smile as she assisted you with the issue you had. Not only were you a hellhound, but she, somehow having ordered the system, have permission to adopt you.

“There we go. Want something to eat? It’s just sweets but I can try ordering something.” She mused as she helped you sit in the kitchen of her home. “What does that puppy brain of yours crave?”

She seemed like an older sister than a guardian — but whatever works was fine. As long as you two kept that special bond close.