#baronyofthesilverwolf

Marigold seems perfectly normal to a kenning eye! Perhaps a little rich in Glamour, but that's better than not for Grumps. She looks over to Gwen and tsks a bit. "See, I knew you would worry. I just need a rest, maybe an aspirin."

"Yeah, fuckin' adorable come quick Marigold's hurt."

"What?" Linnea straights up and frowns deeply. "Let's go. What happened?" Already heading in quick, long-legged strides towards the hold, leaving Willy to quickstep to keep up.

Willy scampers along with her and fills her in (out of breath).

Linnea curses. "That stubborn... she knows that she's not supposed to push it."

"Of course I'm going to worry. You worry about me all the time" Gwen might be heard saying "now what temperature do I set this to?"

"Set it to 175, that's Celsius mind you, 350 american. And I need to get groceries, and I haven't even started on the linens..."

"I can buy groceries," Gwen says stubbornly "I just need the list and the money which I can get. The Linens will get done, just a wee bit later, but I and ohers will get them. Lavender will help I'm sure. "

She pats Gwen on the hand. "You're a good girl, I always know I can count on you. I'm sorry to put you to work, though. You should be spending your time studying as befits a fledge, not doing my chores."

"Only thing I want to study now is magic that would allow me to get you a better hip." She smiles at the hand pet, then looks around Where is Linnae??

Linnea steps into the kitchen, having left Willy behind to hurry after her. "Marigold? What did I tell you about pushing yourself?"

Her voice stern, but Gwen can see the worry in the set of her brow.

Gwen does NOT leap to Marigold's defense right away. Wait, she was warned about this?

Marigold hems a bit but doesn't respond directly. "Let's see, eggs, bacon, something fresh, Briar hasn't been eating her vegetables..." Taking down a grocery list...

She gets the list down, but looks at Marigold, then at Linae "Any thing I should pick up to help her hip?"

Willy sidles in, keeping to the edges of the room.

Linnea says to Gwen, though her gaze is squarely on Marigold. "Yes. A hip replacement."
Marigold straightens up- and winces a little - then shakes a finger at Linnea. "If I told you once, I told you a dozen times. It will be a Seelie day in Winter before you'll catch me at some mortal quack's office getting cut open!"

"Oh come on, Marigold. There are good doctors out there" Gwen says

"Not in MY flesh and bone." She says, with a stern snap seldom seen in the kindly boggan.

Linnea sighs, and looks over her head to Gwen. "We've been trying to convince her of that for a couple years now. She won't budge."

"Darn tooting I won't."

Gwen frowns. She ponders a big pout, but no, this has to be done gradually

"I'll get the groceries. How often do these hip situations happen?"

She says this as she works with the bread

Marigold sighs. "Put a little muscle in it, you can't hurt dough, dear. It's really just in the Spring, when the damp and storms come in."

"And the Fall storms. And in winter cold." Linnea deadpans. "But come some warm weather I will be right as rain." Marigold retorts.

Gwen puts muscle into it "It's fine, Marigold. I understand. If I end up hurting I shouldn't go to mortals to fix it even if they could. And even if it worries folks. "

"Oh, Gwen, that's different."

Linnea looks to Willy and shakes her head a bit, exhasperated.

"Mmph" (Like fun it is)

"When you're older, you'll understand. Some things are... just part of getting older, and meant to be borne. I'm still capable - you needn't set me out to pasture NOR turn me over to the glue factory. Hip replacement, my eye. Might as well drive a drill into my head and see if it relieves a headache. Some tea, some tylenol, and I'll be put to rights."

"Fine, but if you end up in a wheel chair you're going to be very embarassed as I wheel you around making zoom sounds"

She sighs. "Linnea, be a dear and toss in the linens I have sorted out on cold - COLD mind you, and there's a stack of the Dame's best silks that simply must go to the cleaners...." Linnea humors her for a moment before interrupting. "Marigold, I haven't lived as a bachelorette for this many years without learning how to do laundry. Here, I'll call up Bluebell to help with the wash, and I can run the cleaning in. You get to bed-"

"Bed? In the middle of the day? In the middle of the week? With supper not even-" "Or a couch, or so help me, I will have Gwen tell Ivan to sit on you if it takes that to keep you resting." Linnea puts her foot down. "If you shan't fix the problem, you'll rest and at least let it heal up as well as it can."

"Ivan's a good boy, he'd do i, and I'd HAVE Him do it" A nod as if to say 'so there'

Linnea nods, and meets Gwen's gaze. A Trollish brow "Keep an eye on her."

Upnod

It seems that a boggan grump, if her mind is put to it, can play at being as stubborn as a troll. So it is that Silverwolf is drawn together, Willie is asked to help run errands with her truck, Gwen to talk care of the kitchen (or at least ordering pizza!), Lavender to help with the tidying if the Dame so chooses, and Briar? Briar is asked to go play outside and make mess THERE where it needn't be tidied. That's teamwork!

Briar's SO good at making messes where she's sent.

Why make mud pies, when you can make BLOOD PIES?

Gwen will notice that once again, red food coloring is on the grocery list. It keeps getting misplaced.

Gwen makes a note to buy double, hide half , of the red food coloring

Willy grumbles a bit... but only a little bit.... and gets her keys. Amazing work is going to have to wait while things are fetched. Fine. So ever is progress stalled.

A little later, chores have been tackled, and dinner has been delivered and consumed. Several large pizzas, a jumbo garden salad, pepperoni sticks, and wings - but with fresh bread and garlic butter on the side, courtesy of Gwen (with Marigold's coaching).

Calanthe walks in, high heels clicking on the polished floor, with several designer shopping bags over an arm, and sniffs the air. Her nose wrinkles. She drops her bags by the door, and turns to head into the kitchen. "Why does it smell like one of those child casinos with giant rats?" Disdain evident in her voice as she consults whoever may be in there at the moment, helping with the dishes...

Gwen says "We're having Pizza, Dame"

Probably puting away a dish