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"But then maybe Saturday we could go out?"

"Y'know what? It's a deal!" A jaunty hand offered to shake.

She shakes Sylvi's hand.

"Pretty okay adventure, though, huh?"

"I bet Tove'll want a cookie, too. Dunno about Jaymes."

"Oh yeah, that place was coooool."

"Shame about that butterfly, though...." She looks back in the direction they left.

"Yeah. Shame." Huff.

The subway takes them back to the trod, and from there... they make their way to the trod exit near Rivervale

Sylvi may need to be redirected a few times...she does seem to be reluctant to go straight home. "I might visit the Farm..." Which doesn't ring as entirely true to Dagmar.

"There you... are?" A surpirsed look from an impossibly beautiful ..well, not impossible, for she is a sidhe

"C'mon, home. Maybe you'll spot Zane the Boggan. Or Siv the sidhe!"

"Speak of the devil! SIV! We went to Goblin Town! It's amazing!" HUG.

"That's Siv???"

Sylvi is simply and unabashedly agog.

"Aren't the cookies a riot?"

"Goblin town? She puts a hand on her hip "Oh lord, and I htought i got into trouble. Look, it's not a good day for me, and maybe it's the sidhe talking, but ...your parents are going to be furious with worry. That' a notoriously dangerous hold , the only other open one in Manhatten besides King David's Wintercourt"

"We didn't exactly go there on purpose..."

"Not a good day?" Sylvi reaches out a comforting hand. "I'm sorry, what happened? And...wait...oh, wow...you're right, the other court is there...."

"We were going to Firnost..."

"Oooh, I want to see there, too!"

"Well I.. it matters not. Suffice to say, Bancroft and I are no more" A turn of her head. She's been crying?

Wide eyes at Dagmar. "Dags...you know what that means, right? The delivery...?"

"Wait, what delivery?"

But that's immediately forgotten. "Wait, WHAT? Siv! How?! Why?!" This is clearly a tragedy of epic proportions.

"OH! Wait, he was trying to do shit to King David's hold?"

"Wait, no more? What? Why, I'll SMASH him!"

Sylvi's trying to give Siv a comforting hug, but is intimidated by her sidhe-ness.

"It doesn't matter he.. it's...he told me that I had been 'ruined' turning into a sidhe" Pride, wounded, tragic. Torn.

"And there's a plot againt high king david?" Siv says

"Oh, never mind that, we gotta fix you and Bancroft!"

"Ruined? How? You're beautiful..."

"That's what he said? Exactly?" She carefully pats Siv's shoulder reassuringly.

"It's ruined you, he said" SHe says "his words. Well, if all he wants about me is my trollness and not my sivness.. done and done, then"

"He might have been freaked out..."

"I mean, he is a Lump."

"and in his surprise, his true prioroites are revealed. It is said that if he wont' stand by me at my worst he deserves me not at my best? So..here i am. Is it my worst? I do not think so."

"Not all." Reassuring.

"Then what is ...I have my pride" she says

"He's a jerk."

"But...Siv...um...maybe he meant it differently? Somehow? Or...or maybe....maybe he's got issues about being a sidhe, himself?" Trying to comfort.

"He does sort of want to be a troll..."

"Hey, what if you gave him a cookie?"

"His issues are not my problem. I have a hold to help. People that need me. I edon't have time to patch his oediopus complex... if trolls are all he wants" A snoft

"Oh! Oh, hey!" She goes through her pockets and... "Yes! Here, I picked up an extra! You can give it to him...."

"Sylvi, how can I give it to him when I am not -talking'

A giggle. "Sylvi, you were only supposed to take one..."

-to him"

"I don't know how it got there, exactly...I just found it there after we were already on the trods." An expansive shrug...and she shoves the sugar tongs back in her pocket.

"Oh right. Piskie."