#baronyofthesilverwolf

At that peppermint snap, the Baron.... smiles. "I would always bite mine, too. But they are better in cocoa. Gwen, what do you think? Is it too early for that?"

Marigold relaxes... "Perhaps mochas, my lord?"

"I... no. I think it's a perfect time for coco" She says, latching onto the smile like a life line "should I bring you a cup?"

"Rather, let me help." His satchel - was he heading out the door? Set aside instead. "Someone went to all this work." He says in a soft aside to Gwen. "I suspect Marigold. Let's make cocoa and surprise her. Oh, don't look surprised at me... I am a bachelor, after all. I might not cater a feast, but surely I can microwave milk in a mug."

A smile "Never doubted it for a moment, Lord"

They will find that there is NOT after all a microwave, but he can, with some minor supervision, heat milk in a pan, and Gwen knows where the cocoa is kept by now.

Suddenly things are on the up, and yes, she gives.. tactful, assistance on how to make cocoa

Unaware, the Baron praises the decorations that Marigold put up, to Gwen. "It must have been." He settles. "No one else can make sense of an organizational system half boggan and half satyr in brain. I can't even find my own winter sweaters without guidance." A rare candid moment, but Aiden is... warm, today. It must be the cocoa.