[ She tries not to look too giddy at the Once-ler's pliant behavior, batting her lashes at him with a quirk to her smile. ]

You have my leave, then. Please be most gentle with my belongings.

[ Turning to Spike! And giving him an annoyed-but-not-really look as she reaches up as if to smack him, only to pinch his ear. Hard, by the way, doesn't care if it hurts her arm in the process, but it's only for a second. ]

Master Spiegel, this most benevolent man has agreed to share his special tent with me. As I will not be requiring all of my camping materials, you may do with them what you will.

But you will stay near, yes? Though he carries himself a gentleman, this is still a most unorthodox venture, and I will require my chaperone. Perhaps we might even require someone to join in a game of cards before the evening is over.