#anywhere

She nods. "I can do that."

Danica is standing, and opens the door. "Mari, if you don't stop chatting, they'll never get out." And the boggan laughs, and escorts them back to the door. "You would be welcome to stay the night, but if you must leave, then you must."

"We do, sorry."

Gerd's weapon is returned, intact and unbothered.

Gerd takes it ,and puts it to her hip

And a wirey Redcap girl a few years older than Connor is... well... pestering the Journeyman. She has an odd contraption wired onto her head, with bolts and straps of leather, and metal rings onto her teeth that cause a lisp. "But what happened to the pumpkin when you hollowed it out?? It gotta go shomewhere."

The Journeyman says "Oh, some of that material was used as fuel, some as spare parts"

"I never have Shpare partsh. I eat the leftoversh." A grin, rather ghoulish. "Then shometimesh I mish them, but it'sh better than having pilesh of drek to short through."

"Briar?"

"Ha. " Wudlig says "Well, some do believe in space being it's own resource." He looks over "Hey, you folks needing the ride?"

She glances up, and eyes narrow a bit. "Whosh ashking? Hey! Muttboy! Remember me?" And she waves to him.

Connor's eyes widen. "That's Gnashty!" The redcap grins. "It'sh Briar now. That was my shlave name." She corrects. "I might live here but I ain't no dainty Flower. I'm Thornsh. And look, my bite is almost fixed." She gives a snap to demonstrate, and her teeth clash together with a sharp CLAP.

A sniff. "Is that spice cakesh?"

Gerd drags Adam along with her other arm if Dagmar doesn't want to

"It is. It's for Briar, so... here you go."

She offers it, in the same finger-saving way she offers an unknown horse treats.

"I think we'll be heading back in Adam's car, Wudlig, not that yours isn't great but.. same lodge and all. " Gerd says "I owe you."

"Hey you know, your company is repayment enough" THe nocker saYs

Her eyes widen and mouth opens as if to lunge, but then she laughs, a braying sound, and takes them. "I ain't in the mood for fingersh. You're shmart though, in and out of the Shilverwolf and didn't even get a schcratch from Birdie." Danica rumbles. "Don't let the Dame hear you call her that. Bluebell can get away with things you cannot. It is not fair, but it is true." She warns.

And the troll gives Dagmar a bow, and regards them all. "This has been an... interesting night. I thought my patrols were boring, but maybe I won't complain for a few days. You Vale folk sure know how to liven things."

"Interesting times for us, too."

"IT's the pumpkin.." Wudlig says "Women love the pumpkin" but it's an almost embarrassed mutter

"It's a pretty cool coach, dude."

"Fill up at the station south of I-45. It's the cheapest petrol along the way. And mind the speed limit." This to Wudlig. "Though I wouldn't mind learning how you handled that speed in a way that is pedestrian safe..." And starts chatting with him, if he will, about the merits of his contraption and how this may apply to Patrol cars.

Connor is now leaning against Gerd... he is tired, from all the adventure, and from the work to maintain a fuddle. "Do I have to pay the dross for the ride back too? I'll need an extension..." He asks Adam.

"We'll cover it, Connor."

He is happy to share the info

"Thank you for the gas advice." Gerd then nods to Connor"We'll take care of it, Connor. We'll talk about any need for you to pay things back to the lodge in chores or the like later" and they get into the car, Adam driving

"Oh, oh wait!" A sash is flashed, waving. "Race cars, do not start your engines, please, forsooth!" And the slender Rabbit returns, and offers a small bag out to... Gerd, who is the closest.

"They would have thrown it in the furnace, tis true, tis true, but you would have lost sleep, for the sheep, the lost sheep, had you not their wool to count, pulled over your eyes." A singsong tone.

Within the bag is her hoodie, and a pair of Connor's pants. They still smell like a hint of skunk.

"Sorry, I borrowed it because it was big enough to be a sluagh in." Connor yawns.

She takes it "Thank you very much" To the rabbit girl

She curtsies, and comments. "A dog that does not chase small game is a fine companion. But my silverwolf is good to me, and so, I fit, I fly." And she is away again.

And, the brave company is free to depart.

"Home again home again..."

Gerd goes stoic as Adam drives them quietly. She has Connor in her lap, arms about him as if he might not be safe anywhere else in the world.

"Not mad at me? Dagmar, you too? If I have to go in the lake, I'll do laps." leaning against Gerd in the backseat.

Dagmar has shotgun, most likely.

"Not mad. But... worried and scared, yeah?"

"Chief will be awful angry." He says, ears drooping.

"But she told me I could not go to Midsummer. I didn't." He explains, his guilty look showing FULL WELL he understood that wasn't the whole of her command.

"Chief will be disappointed, I think. And hurt."

Gerd says "i'm not dropping you in the lake, Connor. But you owe some people some apologies. "

His ears droop. "The lake is easier."

"I know that feeling."

"Later, when he's not driving, you need to apologize to him" She says firmly

"And as for me.. I was very scared, am still worried... but mostly.. I'm disappointed" a swallow

"And I'm sorry for my own mistakes"

"You didn't run away and worry nobody. And cause trouble. And trick Adam who didn't know better and now he won't never trust a pooka again." His ears drooping more with each thing. "And you had to come all this way."

"least there was cakes...?"

"Marigold seems very nice, and fond of you."

"I don't remember her." He says, looking somewhat troubled.

"I didn't see this coming. I dropped my guard. And I htought I ... " A breath "ANother time, little brother. We'll talk another time. "