#anywhere

"Ride Em, Cowgirl" She says with respect

Frown.

Tiff notices the frown ,adn the pooka woman looks uncofmortable "Yeah."

"Sorry, Tiffany. I don't always... understand.."

"Oh it's totally your fault you don't understand gibberish, in MY day that was a middle school elective" A wink to show no blame on her

"Yeah, see, I took shop instead." Trying to make a joke.

And the thane snerks at that "Hope you got a good deal on shoes"

"Wha- oh! Oh, I get it!"

Thumbs up, Tiffany ponders then "Hey, you're into the Sports ball with the touch ups for 7 and a half points right?"

"I do like sports, yeah. Probably no basketball this fall, though."

She pulls out some cards from a pocket. "Tha'ts okay, just thought you might get a blah out of this" And hands them over

Eyebrow, and she takes.

The 'sportsball' in question is Soccer, the 1996 United States Women's Gold Medalists in baseball card form.. NICE...

and three of them are actually autographed

Eyebrow.

"Damn."

Proud nod "They're my babies. Best event I ever got thrown out of"

"You.. uh.. did security?"

"Punched a pickpocket right in the ow" She says

"Nice!"

"Thanks, I enjoy inflicting pain" Chipper "Great girls by the way. I think they're gonna be big one day if they keep at it." She looks at it "Technically those caount as dross but ah... well, you know how eager I am to shred shit"

A wince at the idea of ever damaging those cards lightly

"Oh..."

"Oh, no, Tiffany..."

"Oh hey no worries, the lodge would have to be on fire before I dial that number" Assurances "But I figured you hating sports and all would laugh at them"

"They're wonderful." She agrees.

"Yeah, you and me we're so much alike, same height and love action girling... but in this time of kennel cough it can get a bit stir fried rice..err crazy"

She nods. "Specially for pooka, I'd think. Social types."

"Oh there's rules for every exception, but yeah. Damsel just writes... breads the basket and all... but I'm going in circles here"

"You need something to do."

"Meh" she makes a motion with her hand like so so.. "I'm the one with the wrinkle lines on her brow at age 16 "

Brow-furrow.

"Just saying, you need your doses of fun"

"When Star is better." She nods.

A nod at that "Don't you worry.. she'll squirt that jelly bean out and ZOOM it'll launch "

An added thought "Bring a catcher's mit and a butterfly net"

Snort.

"Hello?" A familiar voice. Nadeen!

Tiffany looks up "You want me to watch the horses will you fetch the philly?"

"Nadeen!"

"Could you?" Pleading/grateful.

Tiffany starts to say something, thinks better of it, and just bows, as if Dagmar were a true noble. Which..she is

And indeed, her eyes fix right on the Horse after that

"Thank you, Tiffany. I'll be right back..."

"Nadeen! Are you safe? Did they do anything?"

"I'm fine" she says "Just fine" She assures and moves to Dagmar "In fact, I think things went pretty well. I .. have a scroll for you to look at."

"Yeah?"

She pulls the scroll out and shows her

"he's doing this as a gift to Connor, but notice your own authority over it all?"