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She clears her throat.

"Ah. He... well, you've seen Die Hard?"

"Or Tangled, or Snow White, or Beauty and the Beast..." Her hand mimes a steep fall.

"YES!!" he fist bumps the air.. then looks around noticing a few folks hearD THAT even with them in the coffee "Pumpkin spice season isn't over yet" he explains.

They mutter and go back to drinking

She ruffles her wings. "I had an edge. And the cliff had a ledge..."

And a TONGUE

A grin

Hope returns just in time to see Stew ready to leave on a mission, as he.. builds up a narrative quietly so the mortals can't hear it, but Sparrow can

"This is the story of a time long ago, A time of myth and legend, when the Earth was still young. The ancient gods were petty and cruel, and they plagued mankind with suffering and beseiged them with terrors. For centuries the people had nowhere to turn, no one to look to for help. Then along came the Baroness..she was a noble unlike any other..." And he trails off into theme music from Hercules the legendary journies

Sparrow is rather pink again. "Thank you, Stuart! Good luck!"

Hope smiles "And Harkson saw no worth in that boy." Boggan hrumphing is found in every edge of concordia and beyond

"Harkson was an idiot. Short-sighted and egotistic."

She looks about nervously as if expecting the dead man to reappear then exhales and nods "I suppsoe he was, but there was little we could do.. he defanged us each everyone pretty well. Oh that horrible chimera in the neck" A pause "You mentioned Reeves. Now word is Wencenslais is one to other slaugh already yes?"

She nods. "Sluagh... well, they have their own ways, I've observed. And I owe the kith for their help. I will want others, mind."

"Oh yes, it's a good idea to have one for the sluagh specifically, they're hard to .. they're hard for others to truly grasp. " She ponders "I know a satyr who might make a decent reeve "

"I would love to meet them. I think I'm going to head back up the hill, check on things. Send them that way?"

"Yes.." A pause "oh...uhm. I'll give them a pass code to prevent spying. If I send someone.. they'll say Hope Sent me..and then they'll say Happy Tears are wet tears"

A BIT Paranoid, but with Pooka pigeions spying on people, who can blame?

Sparrow nods. "I... thank you, yes. Thank you, for being proactive. I might be too trusting."

"Wen can help us both.. he learned things that made the difference." She admits

"And got word out."

"Yes. I think.. I think he'd be a good set of eyes and ears for both trust and efficiency" She then nods "Anyway ,I'm detaining you. I'll pass word on and be there later after my shift is over. Thank you for.. foreverything"

And Sparrow withdraws