#baronyofthesilverwolf

D'Lorean gives a bawdy one, not TOO much so, something about fast horses and beautiful women.. or is the other way around?

“Here’s to our wives, our girlfriends, and our lovers- may they never meet!” Julius gets a quiet reception, and laughs at himself, refilling his wine. “That one works better with the boys. Oh, my brother will be here tomorrow. Fair warning.” He beams.

Gwen eyes him "This guy a player?"

'I hope so" D'Lorean says

“Cassius is a bit of a player.” He replies, answering both questions. “He fiddles, but I’ll warn him off fiddling around.”

Linnea grumbles, “Watch how much wine he drinks this time.” She’s met him, and apparently was unimpressed.

Gwen smiles at something. Linnea clearly wasn't impressed by that guy, but she seems real fond of her new shield. And.. Gwen suspects, likes the Chieftain who gave it.

Danica drinks to those who guard their land and city, and her fellows on the force. “They say ACAb, and I admit the system is broken. But I keep our district run CLEAN.”

And then suddenly grins wolfishly. “Gwen, I looked up that name and plate you sent over. He didn’t lie, but the brother on the force he mentioned was fired 6 months ago. Sounds like he was hiding that fact from his wife, collecting unemployment and cruising with his pals. I paid a visit to remind them that claiming falsely to be an officer is not only illegal but Very Unwise. And I think his wife will punish him far worse than a fine would have. He’s not going to be too happy with a MR c Chesterton who got him called out.”

"I knew it.. well, I didn't KNOW it... but I sure suspected something was screwy. Thanks, Dancia." Grateful

Calanthe looks amused. “If she comes my way for marital counseling, I’ll owe you a dross.” Sipping her glass in between delicate bites of the meal.

"Hope Chuck isn't getting too much blow out from this" She ponders

“Chuck is a terrible name. “ Briar garbles around mouthfuls. “It’s better than Chet. But it rhymes with too much.” Chortling at an inner naughty rhyme.

Marigold tuts. “Briar has a few rhymes of it’s own. Now, anyone for more turkey? Stuffing?” Ensuring that plates are filled.

Bluebell eats lightly, but starts juggling crescent rolls after her second glass of wine...

"I need to like walk for an hour after this.. if I don't sleep for a week" But that doesn't stop her from getting more turkey

The food is eventually cleared, with Marigold warning that they had best save room for tomorrow. The Thanes leave to return to patrol, “never let your guard down,” Dani advises, and Julius guides a giggly Bluebell off.

Briar snuck off without cleaning up. “Don’t worry. She‘ll get to scrub the pans tomorrow.” As Marigold works to clear the table alone.

Calanthe has left as well, but sadly, with no such threat.