#baronyofthesilverwolf

“I do prefer my head where it is.” He admits.

"Nobody is gonna take your head."

"If you want an alternative view in fiction, read the Scarlet Pimpernel. " A smile

"Maybe that one is in all this..."

A harrumph. "I'm gonna take this to the kitchen. I have ideas how to make it better."

She picks up her "prototype" bookbinder.

“Okay! I’ll meet you there in a bit.” Now he's digging around, he thought he saw Scarlet SOMETHING…

"Cool. Maybe Marigold made cookies!"

"She often does" Nadeen nods "Nice talking to you, Thistle"

Art is already nose-buried into half a book…

She raises a brow to see if it's the Scarlet pimpernel

It’s not… he got distracted!

A smile, and she rises. She also makes note of the odd nightmare he had, and the book quotes... maybe Aiden can make more sense of it

She leaves the lad to his reading

Pages flip… and fall to the floor. He picks them up and continues. Despite starting mid book, it’s still enthralled him. Looks like… a section of les miserables.

Maybe he’d like a musical?

And he looks confused- THIS page is from the hunchback of notre Dame. Back to sorting now!

She makes sure sure to put some Three Musketeers in there as well It's a French thing? The only French heavy houses are some FIona and.. oh crap. Well, hopefuly he's not a modernist. THAT Would be a failure of upbringing on silverwolf's part

Would it? who knows?
(Scene!)

Marigold might find a nocker under her sink.

AND Nevers in the kitchen, along with a small, sentient toadstool whose spots form a tiny face on its cap.

...

The Boggan puts a hand on her hip. "You there, Mister, you stay out of my stews. Mushroom or not, I know better than to forage with the likes of you. Now, my daughter might grind you up for a powder if you cause trouble, though." To the Toadstool.

"He's not been trouble. He followed me from outside..."

"Mmph. Well, can I help you find something? There's just cleaning supplies under there..."

"Uh-uh, I got it."

"I heard a drip."

"Oh dear. That's a problem. Any wet and we might get mold..." Fuss. "Are you sure I can't help?"

"Are there cookies?"

Marigold might also notice Book-Binder 2.0 on the breakfast nook table.

"There certainly ought to be..." With Thistle's head under the sink, Marigold has a batch of something in the oven before the nocker even knows it. "What's this?" Looking over the contraption, though smart enough to not touch. "My, it's an intriguing little device."

"So, you know we had our.. whatsit.. Dream Dance in the Library?"

"We kinda (&*%^in' wrecked the joint."

"So Art's got a plan to fix up the ruined books and have a library here. Some just need the signatures re-glued to the covers, and we thought maybe we could automate it, and do the more complicated fixes by hand..."

"That's 2.0, the prototype was drek." A few clanking noises.

"That's clever of you! " Not a real replacement for hard work by hand, but... Marigold will give her a break this time. "Do you think it could be used to make new books, or just to repair older ones?"

"If I wanted to make books from start to finish I think I'd do it different..."

"I was just thinking, I have all of these recipes, you see, but I just have them loose in folders."

"I was also reading about making hand-bound books and that could be a cool project..."

"Is that so? Like scrapbooking?" The Boggan smiles. The kitchen is starting to smell good, in a sweet, caramelly way.

"Hey, I Smell cookies. Marigold!" She scoots out from under the sink.

"I bet there's a good way to bind all your loose sheets into a book, though."

A chuckle. "Guilty. I've had a taste for sables - I hope you like caramel butter cookies?" Richly golden disks coming out of the oven on a tray.

"I haven't had them?" She sniffs. "They smell okay." marigold might have noticed that 'okay' is usually high praise.

"Careful, they're still hot... but go ahead and have one. Just watch the filling."

Marigold sneaks a peek under the sink.

She takes a big bite. "(*%$!! Hot!"

And then a second bite!

It looks nice and neat under the sink!

"No drips! Good work, Thistle. You saved me some serious heartache if we'd gotten mold in there."

Fetching her a glass of milk to cool her tongue.

She shrugs. "I take care of the house for Mom, too. Our landlord ain't great about it."

"She's blessed to have you. As are we. You're a top-notch fixer-upper."

A swig of milk, and the last of the first cookie. "It's nice to fix things right."

"Wally says boggans make stuff too?"