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--- Fade to conversation pleasant!---

Bluebell is offering the Visiting Nocker a drink. "Coffee? Or Tea? Sweet, or bitter? Soft, or strong? Blunt or sharp? We have all flavors..."

Kylie says "Coffe's fine. I'm not too furking fussy. " Nervously she runs fingers through her blue streaked hair

"Your hair is quite lovely. I appreciate the compliment to myself." Bluebell preens, pouring a cup of coffee. "What brings you to our fair city, in such weatherly weather as we have today? Do you wish to see the snow? It is all around."

No snow this far north, not yet, but the temperature going down to the negatives means it's not exactly pleasant travel weather.

"Err.. here to see what's her name ... Thistle. Wanted to square something"

"Are you perhaps a crocus, or a snowdrop, to bloom through the ice?"

"Oh!" Bluebell claps. "We DO have one of those here. But she's not a square at all."

"Look she and I got into kind of an argument, words were exchanged, but I think hope it was a big misunderstandig"

Bluebell covers her mouth in surprise. "Oh, dear. So now you have come to destroy the witness?"

"Look, I know what you're doing, my friend's a naar too. You get folks talking and spillingg their guts like we'vve had some boilmakers or something.. it's NOT gonna work. Okay? no way am I admiting I may have started some whacky war over a misunderstanding"

"Oh, a war! War is terrible, for every warren involved. Where is your army, to have come so bravely behind enemy lines?"

Cream and sugar set out.

"I.. drek, I just fell for it, didn't I? " A groan

"Did you come for one lump, or two?" Sugar bowl presented.

She takes one "No army. I'm hoping it was all a slip"

"Slip? So you are a clayworker as well? How lovely, you and Thistle have that in common, and are sure to be fast friends."

"Somehow i don't furking think so." She arches a brow "I'm a lapidary, work wih jewelry, gemstones... hold on, here" she reaches intto a bag "you might like this one, take a look"

She pulls out a particular piece...

Bluebell claps in excitement and takes a look.

"Oh, how cruel!" She says, delighted. "You have trapped it's soul within a pearl."

"I don't often work with pearls to be hones, but it came out all right" She says proudly

"Are you certain it didn't fall from my pocket?"

"Yes, I am sure of it, it is mine. Thank you for finding it! What would the appropriate finders fee be?"

"Oh... well, I didn't come here to peddle stuff..." She shrugs casual like

"But.. " A sigh "I guess if it helps keep the peace..." She names a price onnly slightly marked up

Bluebell blink-blinks, wounded. "If you did not come here to peddle war, when wherefore are you here?"

"War? no.. I hope for peace...Fine fine.." She lowers the price to slightly marked down

A wiggle of her nose, and she pays. "And now, you may admire this." Bluebell pulls up her sleeve to show off a bracelet. "Admire!"

Showing off the bead and wire bracelet that has just one mismatched link.

"Oh, hey, that's not bad...the link there isn't lined up like I would do it, but hey, differe't furkinng strokes"

"I think it's brilliant. And there is only one just like it. A Thistle original." Proud.

"Shall I join you for coffee?"

"Oh, it's hers... Uh sure?" She sips her coffee

Bluebell brings out a lovely hand-made mug, a deep lavender shade and with flowers blossoming up the side. "Do you like my mug? It was a Yule gift. You may admire it as well."

"hey, that's quality ... hard to get those shadings"

An upside down leaf applique, hardly even noticeable. Bluebell beams, and as she stirs her coffee, she tells a story. "A long time ago, or perhaps last Tuesday...." About a device which warned of a Thallain attack and saved a mortal kinsman! "Have YOU ever heard of such a magnificent toy?"

Kylie frowns "Okay... so ... does this brag fest have a point? Because I came here HOPING thistle didnn' mean to act all high and mighty while visiting Earth Runes, and now you're patting her and this hold on the back non stop and I'm wondering if maybe I read her right after all"

Bluebell pouts. "I merely am happy to show off what a mere fledge can do. She tries very hard, you know. It is important that we support her."

"I never CALLED her a mere fledge, I tried to be nice to her..." A sigh "Well, right up to the point I wasn't but that's why I ..argh"

"Have you ever been somewhere cold and lonely, where no one believes in you?" She sighs, stroking at her long ears. "I think everyone has, at some point. Those who help us out of that hole, they are a treasure and to be defended. And we must protect her in return. Perhaps incorrectly, if I bristled, even a sweet flower can prick like a Thistle." She nods to Kylie, her tone apologetic.

"yeah, it was sympathy for her thatt lead to her treating me like i had infectious ass rash"

"Do you?" Bluebell cannot help but ask in a chipper tone!

"Acted too good for us, snubbed my offer o seeing my workshop..which nnockers do not do lightly. I held out my hand and she spat in it... ad NO I don'tt have ASH RASH GAH you're worse than Zing!"

"Perhaps I am better." She smiles. "Trust a pooka, please, to know when one might not always speak what they mean. Thistle is a true friend, under her prickles. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding. I do hope so. Otherwise I'll have to tell Marigold to bring pastries from the war chest."

"I hope so too, but she acts snnobby, yelled at me, thenn I said Silverwolf was coping a tude, then the furk... she leaps down my throat and says that hell yes, Silverwolf DOES have better nockers... so THAT escalated quickly"

"Well, we have three now. How many do you have? Surely quantity counts in judging what is 'better'?"

She asks, a picture of naivety.

"Depends if you also count the KEystone club and you're NOT furking helping the cause of peace"

"Also we got some great non nocker crafters too. Dougals and shit"