#baronyofthesilverwolf

"How did this happen?" the satyr mutters to herself as she cleans the load of dishes in the otherwise empty kitchen

But she cleans thoroughly, she knows how particular boggans can be. She dries carefully.

Briar is perched on a counter top, watching.

Kinda like a Gargoyle.

Except Gargoyles probably don't pick their noses.

"Find gold yet? You know.. donn't answer that" And she starts to put the plates up in the.. wait.. where do these go? The little soup bowls are with the dishses right? or are they on the... oh well.. as long as things get SOMEWHERE

Crunch. That's one way to get something off of a spoon. Briar contemplates the wooden handle, now just a stick, and uses it to pick her... teeth, thankfully this time.

"Did you get in trouble?

"Nope. I just have a weakness for when trolls get distressed I guess"

"You want to clean your hands and chip in?"

"What's in it for me?" She asks. Though, she does look bored. And a bored redcap is... not the best thing around. She eyes a stack of fine china, set aside after the recent fete, not the normal stuff. Wondering what sound it might make if it breaks.

"Who's in distress?" She filters back. "Is there trouble? Someone to beat up?"

"Marigold is working hard, and some of us think she could use a break"

"She always says that it's faster to let her do it alone. Isn't that what boggans DO?"

"Yeah, but it's still hard work for them" She says "So we can help a little right?"

A frown as she ponders this. Does she WANT to be considered helpful?

A brow and she notices the look "Okay. Fine. Change of subject. You miss the poof balls now that they got homes? I mean, you've got a new one... the bloodhound"

She scowls! “No! Less work, I don’t need to feed the lazy things.”

Sliding off the counter with a thunk and taking up a cast iron pan and a scouring pad. “Stupid new thing is all nose and wrinkles and no sense.”

"Glass is a bloodhound... even if fae blooded isn't she supposed to follow her nose?"

“And what kinda name is ‘Glass’?” Tackling the crusted edges with vigor. “She’ll too wimpy. She can’t go after anything tough. Maybe she’ll get armor? Or they can send her after lost people. I like the idea of hunting down felons better though.”

"I think she's named after some famous mountain man or frontiers'man tracker.." She tries to recall what others said. "She seems to like you. "

"Yeah?" Briar sounds pleased, before remembering she's a hard ass. "Yeah, well, that's because I feed her."

"Oh probably.. I don't know dogs like you and Gwen do. All I'm saying is..."

Arrooo!

outside the kitchen door

She drops the pan, scoured clean, on the counter with a clatter. Stomping to the door. "WHAT?" Opening.

Glass howls once more, then wags. She has found her quarry! She knows what the redcap smells like! WAG WAG!

She might also have slipped out of a kennel that was meant for bigger dogs (She'll GET bigger mind you) but thta's not her fault because.. the NOSE

"Sorry, Delorean. You gotta finish them. I did the HARD pan though so you owe me." Scooping up the pup with deceptive gentleness as she grunts. "Stupid little thing..."

Glass licks Briar's cheek and wags more

"Oh you're so not getting paid" DLorean says at the mention of debts with a smile

Yup. The dog is just full of love and affection. Doesn't even have the sense to know the redcap could eat her

A scoff and she lets the door shut behind her, though the griping. "Of all the stupidest, long nosed, flap-faced, yap-throated, dumbass little things..."

That's not a hug. It's holding the pup tight so it doesn't escape again.

Tromp tromp back to the kennels. Leaving the satyr with the dishes - well, Briar DID tackle that one with the baked on mess.

The Satyr watches her go "Ahdorbs...not that I'l lsay it when she can hear" And she just puts.well, one plate's the same as the other. So long as they're clean.

Suffice to say, Marigold may return and be 1) Surprised her load of dishes was done and cleaned well 2) Wonder why half the stuff is in the wrong place for her system! 3) half to decide how it balances out

Perhaps nothing is SAID, but when dinner comes around, Delorean's favorite dessert is presented. Nothing gets QUITE by Marigold.

It's good to be helpfulBurp

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