#baronyofthesilverwolf

Small groups start to break up, Bluebell rolling up mats and spraying with disinfectant, some talking about getting coffee. And Nathan has approached Gwen again, but stops a few feet away. He shuffles his feet. "Pretty." He says again, admiring her.

She blushes "Thank you, Nathan." A look to Matthew "If you got a ticket let me know about it. I do know a cop. SHe's tough, but fair."

And she makes sure he's got his phone back "Might want to keep that footage as leverage against him"

A sigh. "I appreciate it. I was worried that Matty might have clobbered him if Shit Shitterson had bothered you more. He's not... bright? But he understands. And he does NOT like it when people are mean, especially to girls. His mama is a girl, after all. And he LOVES Guru Bihndi."

Nathan smiles at Gwen more - a shy glance, actually up at where her real height puts her eyes. He can see her - the Troll her!

And that's amazing, and terrifying

"Anyways. Thanks again. We'll just get here early next week - Nathan does best with routine. It's gonna be hard once we move inside, but little steps. Right, big guy?"

"Right!" Nathan agrees, then goes to help Bluebell load up the rest of the yoga mats. The mats go in the trunk. He knows this part, And then they're done, she lets him ring the bell.

"You're welcome. Hey, is Chet Jr. err Chuck as decent as he seems?" Maybe Matt knows

"Chuck? Yeah, he's not bad, if you like the rich jock type. He doesn't lord it around at least, though. And probably not going into the family business. It's a shitty company with dirty money - literally - Chesterton Greywater Treatment Plant." He grins a little. "He had it renamed to sound cleaner, but ain't fooling no one. Oh, I shouldn't make fun. But... you gotta see if it's online somewhere - a few years back when there was a county run-off for Waste and Sanitation Commissioner? Someone drew him as the King of Shitterton Manor. There was a plunger and everything."

"Ugh" She says "Well, I'm sorry you and Nathan had to deal with that the elder asshole. And please, tell Nathan I can take care of myself. I don't want him hurt. I've had worse happen than folks spit at me"

"I can tell him, but it probably won't help. He just decides when something is wrong, and he wants to make it right." A fond smile.

"Well I can't be fussy about him doing THAT" She says

He smiles. "Nice meeting you, Gwen. I'd better get Nathan home. Routine, that's the ticket. If he ever bothers you though - he's harmless, honest - just tell him to find Matty and he'll leave you be. He sometimes gets fixated on people he likes. But I know not everyone likes folk like him. Makes them uncomfortable." He's matter of fact about it.

"If I have a problem with folk like him, that's on me, not them" She says and believes it. "Nice meeing you" And she looks to her 'cousin' to see if she needs help putting things up further

She's just about tidied up! "Work on that downward dog, Mary - heels to the floor, I know you can do it." And waves the last of them off.

"I learned about what happened by talking to one of the mats." She pats the rolled up yoga equipment. "The stories these can tell. Did you still get a chance to find out if my class is amusing, even if you prefer football?" A small smile, teasing. "Nathan likes you. And he's the best judge of character I know."

"Well, Nathan might be biased as I did come to their rescue" A pause then she lowers her voice "He sees the real me"

"And he calls me Miss Bunny." A soft tsk. "Children are the truest dreamers, in many ways. And Nathan, bless him, is a child. And may forever be. Is that a flaw? Or a gift?" Curious, to Gwen.

"Both I think. He seems a kind child. He might have been a gentle man"

"Then we will welcome him, and protect him, for he sees with eyes unclouded, and heart unsullied." She sighs, rubbing her hands fretfully. "It MUST be getting cold. I fear I'm turning blue."

"Oh geez" SHe takes her jacket off and throws it around the pooka even as she kens her

Bluebell is just fine! In fact, she's gleaned quite a bit of glamour from her class today. Eventually Gwen will realize that it was a joke on feeling protective and turning blue. But for now the pooka leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek, and the Troll's cheek warms with the feeling of glamour born of acceptance and love, peace... and learning to be a little flexible, in body, heart, and mind.

A blush "Oh, the ice cream"

"I did promise!" It turns out that the pooka had lied though - it's not ice cream at all, but Frozen Custard. Which may arguably be even BETTER.

No complaints from the troll that's for sure "I think..I think I Might have mused Chet Jr a little" And she describes it between custard laps

She listens, carefully twirling her cone so that not a drop escapes! Chocolate, of course. "A teenage lad, hope springs eternal." Well, often not just hope - but she is FAR too polite a lady to say such a thing. "A sip of that wellspring - it's different from the taste of the bale, and even still stranger than that of dross, of nature or art or of things once loved... but it is as ice cream to custard. All lovely. And necessary for survival."

Another lick of ice cream, her ears laid back in bliss!

"It was like..flicks of flint and steel... I could see it light up... but not quite catch"

"Soon your learning will move on to Night Class, which may be a little different. Pray, remember today's flavor? It's one of my favorites. With sprinkles."

"Chocolate and hope?"

"And sprinkles."

"Never forget the sprinkles!" She smiles.

"I have so much to learn from you" A smile

"Next week, we'll go out for pastries if you come to yoga again." Bluebell drives a hard bargain, as they head back homewards.

Later, Gwen will find that SOMEHOW Marigold already knows that she has a maybe-almost-could-be-who-knows date with Chet Jr. Drat it, she KNEW that yoga lady looked like a boggan...

Stony facepalm

(End scene)