#anywhere

"Symon should."

"School." More petulance. "Work." Annoyance. "SHE." Rancor!

"She. Yeah. She takes a lot of time?"

Claws flex and score at the countertop. Chimerically, it doesn't cause real damage, but the screeching noise is like nails on a chalkboard. "She does not like WE." The royal we, it seems.

"I don't get it."

"Troll smash SHE. Hide body." Lovecraft suggests in a pleasant mrowl.

"I'm not allowed to just kill people, Lovecraft."

An annoyed hiss.

She bites on her lip, worrying at it. "Is he happy?"

Lovecraft hesitates, and licks a paw. "Symon chooses. Symon... mmmmrrrrrr. Stupid?"

"Symon deserves to be happy." A pause. "Sometimes people aren't always smart about how to be happy."

Her eyes narrow, and she hisses. "Stuuuuupid!"

"And, I mean, he doesn't want to be alone?"

"I can't... do, or... be?... enough for him."

"Stupid SHE. Ruins it." She whines. A glance at Dagmar, and, "Troll.. better. Stupid Less."

"What does she do?"

"Symon has eyes for SHE. And not for me. ME!" Her back arches and claws flex. "He work for SHE, and eyes not for He." The catnip scattered and tuna gone, Lovecraft starts towards the door, her tail thrashing.

Sigh. "I know the feeling, Lovecraft."

The shadowcat slinks under the door, shimmying through the crack, and is gone. Leaving Dagmar with a tuna plate, a catnip mess, and her thoughts.

(end scene)

At Dinner that night, May says "Thank you for having me over, Mr and Mrs. King"

mmm Nod ("Welcome") says Jaymes

"Quite welcome, May" The pasta is passed around , and Tove continues "This dish isn't my strong point but most seem to like it"

Sam is piling her plate HIGH.

"Sketti is good."

"Thanks hun" A happy smile from her mom

May seems to be glowing brighter than before to kenning. Sam and she (and Lupe) have had frequent interactions, and talked about scripts and moves THEY would love to see.

"We're talking about setting up a Discord for film ideas."

"And maybe doing weekly D&D again."

"If Symon's willing, mostly."

"Oh yeah, Symon's GOOD" May says "I wonder if I'll end up playing the cleric again?" Munch

"Well, if you want."

"You do a good Bard, too."

"I might try a Druid!"

"Ooh maybe I'll multiclass... Bard/Cleric? Symon has a god of music if I recall in his game world"

"Oh, that could be cool."

"Sounds like epic sagas in the making" Tove approves

"You should totally try a druid" May says "You have never played one but the wildshaping means you could still throw down as a bear in melee if we get high enough if you want, and you love animals anyway"

"I wonder if our games could work as scripts? Just with more editing..."

"Druids can talk to animals."

"If Paladins could talk to animals they'd be about perfect."

"Well there's no reason they can't in the script" She says "But Fantasy is a real money sink in movies and tv shows"

"So?"

"yeah you're right. I could still try" May smiles "Be fun. Though honestly if I wrote a paladin that spoke to animals, she would probably come out like you"

A bit of a blush.

"Well, like, I guess you'd be allowed?"

"But only if Lupe's there, too."

A smile "Hard to deny her. THough If we were mixing abilities for her character.. oo not sure"

"Hm. Well, she's tiny and stubborn."

A smirk "She'd SO kick my ass if I made like a pixie barbarian /rogue based on her"