#anywhere

"MRUH." An irritated noise from a long-suffered adult cat. She is a splotchy mix of calico and tabby, and still round with milk.

"Oh..... " Adam bends to return baby to momma, setting the little one down gently before her.

"Right on time" Coy says

Olgar snickers "And I thought Rivervale was turning into a zoo"

Mamacita picks up the tabby by the scruff, to drag her back to the library.

"Oh, you got scolded by Mama. Be strong little one, you will explore again!"

"Constantly" Coy says

"Mr - Rover?" She grins a little sheepishly, stumbling over the best way to address him. "Rover Olgar? Will you stay for the contest?"

"Probably not, to be honest. Lot's going on so trods need me, but I might try to bop in during it to take a peek. Who knows?" Olgar shrugs "Just don't want to make promises I can't keep. Sides, you got a Crash of the storm to bodyguard... and I know you dont' need me to cheer you on. Anyone who hears you will do that." Olgar says , then leans forward "I know you play because you love music. I know you aren't trying to be troubadour here... but that aside? Kick musical ass and go number one anyway"

She gives him a smile, beaming at him, craggy face and all. "You bet."

"Know how you feel sometimes, lil girl." Murmured, watching the tabby get dragged away.

Tabby complains the whole way back.

She looks up, trying to judge the position of the sun, then glances at her phone to see what time it is there, as the trod often leaves one a bit confused as to how long they've traveled...

Olgar turns to Coy "if either one of of these two gives you grief, and I don't think they will, call me and I'll grab them by the scruffs and return em"

Coy smirks "Will do"

"Okay, Mama cat." She says back, then realizes who she was taking back to, and holds up a hand. "Sorry Rover!" But she smiles.

Olgar smirks

"No prob" And heads off

It looks like a bright and shiny day, before noon

"How is it morning still? Or again? I always get mixed up on the silver." She complains, but doesn't seem seriously irate. "Oh, it's warm..."

"You can to drop the stuff in the room, or explore with it?"

"Let's check out the room first."

He nods, and looks to Coy.

Coy nods "Sure... this way" He motions for someone else to take over watching the trod and heads towards the rooms... they wind through halls where light cascades through windows

"Oh, are there any areas of the hold that are off limits we should know about? I'd love to look around, but I don't want to misstep."

She strips another layer, down to a t-shirt. It's more to carry, but she seems ready to drink the sun with her skin.

"Well, obviously, follow the escheat..stay out of the bedrooms of others if uninvited. " Coy explains "The spa and waters is fine.. and Fontaine has gotten better about wearing pants but you still might want to make a request as you go in. Healing waters second to none. The wokshop and wine cellar are off limits. Ask Diego for the latter. He's acting Steward. We got a tense mix of modernists and traditionalists here... Jessica's trying to juggle it all. Kitchen is TECHNICALLY open but if Rosalitta or Maria tell you to get out, well... scoot"

"Spa?" Eyes lighting up a bit.

"Sure.. the healilng springs.. this hold is based around a classic old healling spa, those dreams of healing and renewal shaped it.."

They come to a room and he knocks. "Making sure it's empty"

"Oh, if they're meant for healing, then are they not for.. you know, leisure?" A little disappointed. "Then again, there's gotta be a beach somewhere around here, maybe we have time to check that out before heading home."

"Oh, they're for both actually... a Fiona ruled this hold for a time" he swings the door open

"This good?" He asks

"Ohhhhh....." Eyes wide. "It's FANTASTIC!"

"Well, I admit, the architecture here has grown on me" Coy says

"Woah......"

"This was a Fiona hold?" She asks, curious.

Clipping forward to do a little spin, admiring the stonework.

"Balor before this.. that bitch was the worst. Fiona before that.. long history... and it was in other hands too."

"That's some history." A low whistle. "My beau here is making a bit of study of the houses, which is why I was curious."

"You could always ask Constance. She's the scribe" A smile on his face, more than fond.

He puts the luggage down as he talks

"There's a library here?" Words Adam has never said with such interest before in his LIFE.

"A study some say, but yes, it's al ibrary too. Flex and Specs handle indexing. Don't let them intimidate you with their literary muscles" He says seriously

Blink.

"We're much obliged, Thane Coy." A pause, and she says with a small grin. "Did you want to go check it out now, Adam? I am sure that our new friend would be glad to show us the way..."

Having dropped off her bags, she is now leaning out a window. "Stonework... hmmm throughout? That will affect the acoustics..." Forehead crinkled a bit as she considers.

"I wonder if I should have gone electric..."

"Not sure if it's adobe over stone or what but the accoustics seem fine.. other troubadours have been singing all over the place"