For some reason, Callie thought that had a double meaning, but for the Life of her she couldn't figure out what. She frowned at her muffin. It was a very generous offer, and she didn't have anywhere else to go. It was either that, or living on the street. She bit her lip, and then nodded "thank you" she said softly, greatfully.
It helped with the immediate problem of having a roof over her head, but not with much else. And yet, she'd have a safe place and that was something. "but why? I feel like there's something else going on here"
Maybe if she could just figure it out, she'd understand.