Maggie giggled again. "Then we're of like minds as far as crime-solving dogs and their perennially hungry human companions go. I can't help you as far as speech filters go, though, I'm afraid, but I will wish you the best of luck. Now then, you mentioned being hungry. I can make you something here, or something to take home with you." She stopped, laughed, "which I should probably go over with you so you don't start thinking you'll be bunking in my dumpster over night. Unless that's a preference," she smirked again, holding up a hand. "I don't judge."