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Glamour flows and heads towards Mitra who...

Is now wearing a wedding gone, more silver touches, different style, "Oh good grief, why would people want ME married?"

Tito-Woden shakes his head, "Why wouldnt they? Ruling nobles first, but folks always think about the others when they dwell on it. Weddings are on the mind, and the slightest spark of glamour by the holders can allow said holders to direct things. With focus..and for today only"

Mitra, is blushing furiously "I feel ridiculous."

"Sorry about that. And welcome to the club." With a sigh.

"You both look lovely" Diego says more gentlemanly

"Thank you." She manages to sound graceful.

Tito-Woden admires but also smiles "Better them than me, Tito-Woden is too much man for anyone woman to pin down"

"I'm sure." Wry. "Ok, so... we're stuck with this today? I'll try to keep the Glamour to a minimum. Who got married?"

Mitra blinks, "You don't know? "

"No."

"Wow you really should get out more, " Diego observes

Mitra takes a deep breath, "Prince Harry of England, and Meghan Markle. It's been in the news for a while, their relationship, and the ceremony was, well, recent"

"I've been busy with important stuff, you guys know that." She protests mildly. "The mortal royal family, right?"

"Yes, and it had ramifications" Mitra says, "All over the Near Dreaming."

A young chimerical girl has appeared and is now throwing flower petals

"Apparently so." Through a floral shower.

Mitra sighs, "this is going to get sappy" A smile

Tito Woden says "Please, it's not just clothes. It takes focus, but a snap of droess, and you probably create a calorie free wedding cake, or if you like flowers, have some new ones planted around the hold"

"PFffft."

Diego chuckles, "Less than impressed?"

"Well.... other people might have been thinking about me getting married, but -I- have not." Firmly.

"So sure, it might get sappy, and if the staff were thinking about some calorie-free treats or new flowers around the Hold, I'll be happy to oblige. Shame to waste the moment."

'well, the power is yours to direct," Tito Woden says confidently "But if you need my advice, or guidance, you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Tito Woden. I appreciate the insight. You're doing a great job."

'Well, naturally, but you're welcome" He bows and winks, or is that winks and bows? seems to time it And he heads off.

Mitra watches him go, "If he becomes half as powerful and lorewise as he thinks he is, he'll be a powerful seer indeed one day"

"We can hope." She agreeing.

"Meantime... " She kicks out at the skirt of her dress, seeking purchase on the floor. "So, -does- the hold need new landscaping or anything?"

"Actually, mmm why not? " Mitra says, "let's ask the staff and our dear Fontaine if they want touches here and there... the latter might like flowers that float in the water"

She brightens. "Oh, hey, yes. Fontaine."

And off they go. Over the day, the wedding energy might at first seem a nuisance, but it soon proves to be useful, with small requests, and overall resource building becoming quite a thing. the practical born of the wistful and the people's fancies turned into their benefit by a prudent and giving ruler.

(End Scene)

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In the RV Kitchen, Frank looks around. "Dagmar?"

Dagmar has opened the fridge, peering blankly inside.

"On the table, kiddo...." He looks for where he left it.

....It's in her other hand.

Frank swallows a smile and steps over. "You want to wait here, wait. I'll take the drinks out. Help yourself from the fridge if you want."

"I..."

A furtive look at the door. "Do you know what he did?"

"Some of it, over the months we've had to talk. Not all of this lifetime, I'm sure." Mildly. "Do I know he asked if you'd like to be adopted by him? Yes."

She closes the fridge, and nods. "Because of the bug."

"Not as I understand it, no."

"Well, he said... like... it'd be safer, if I wasn't at the Browns."

Frank nods, agreeing.

"Sylvi said..." A frown. "Sylvi said there's a special oath..."

He nods. "The Oath of Adoption. Jessica and Brekke took it; made us a family. " Soft pride.

"Made Brekke Jessica's mother, in every way that counts."

Another look at the door. "What if... what if she didn't want to be, though? Not anymore?"

Frank shrugs helplessly. "Dagmar, from my perspective, it's like asking if the sun didn't want to rise or the wind not blow. It's not something that could happen."