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Ryder is stuned 'Holy furking krumpus smacks. I never heard of no such thing. Shoot, be happy to help you get ramps to the hold. Miss Hope you say? From the coffee shop?"

"Yes. She has been helping me get this place set up, she and Clarence. But some nocker know-how would be good to have in the mix."

"I'd be furking happy to help. Ole Harkson used to say the metal in my wheelchair was worth more than all the blood in my body"

Catir's eyes narrow, and not because she's mad at the boy, quite far from that, "He said horrible things because he was a horrible person. I am a Gwydion. I know what he told you to be a lie. "

"Harkson was an asshole."

"I'll go get the royal swear jar" stew says sagely

Ryder however GRINS with those sharp teeth nockers have "Dang straight he was! I'll go look for Miss HOpe now"

He appears to be jazzed up and ready to go

"Awesome!"

And he whistles "HOOOP" and the legos eform into a big hoop, and follow him as he wheels off to go find Hope "Yee haw"

Catir says "I don't think he's learned how to properly say his farewells to a baroness before departing..but we'll work on it' A beat "he IS very young" With that 'wiser older childling authority on the subject'

"That is - those are? - a really cool treasure."

"Not envious at all" Stew admits

"Chief Childlilng Reviver Stew, you have served well in the library, but you must get the next childling on the list," Catir says "The longer we delay, the longer this barony is lacking. As Chief Supervisor of Childling affairs, I must ask you to forgo your books and get the next one"

Stew sighs "But... books?"

She gives a LOOK

He tries again "But books?"

She taps her foot.

"I just got a great idea, I'm going to go after the next kid!" Stew says brightly

Catir nods

Sparrow looks at the ceiling Don't laugh!

"Caitir, you could help."

"of course" She says and grabs a thin jacket from a chair, "Let us go, Chief Childling Reviver Stew" And she bows to the Baroness

"how am I chiefof anything if I'm always taking orders?" He asks curiously

"You don' have time to concerin yourself with such.." She tries to find the right word "trvialities. Duty awaits us both"

He smirks, but then bows clumsily to both, his little wings still not to the full elegance they'll get as a wilder

A gentle head shake. "Have fun, try not to get in too much trouble."

"I'll protect him, my liege" Catir says "Come, Stew. You like books? I shall tell you of my battles with the great bookwyrm of Earth Runes..o she was a wily foe..."

and off they go.

Leaving Sparrow with a kind of happy feeling. Childlings are being returned.

(end Scene)