#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Yeah!" They head to check the bathrooms.

Marigold shakes her head. "Kids these days..." And rings D'Lorean. "Sorry to bother you - yes yes, always lovely to speak to you. Well, can you take one of the fire extinguishers from the stables and keep a patrol near those fallen stumps out past the trail? Mm? Call it intuition."

A squawk of concern on the phone but affirmation

"Thank you, Dame! Toodles!"

There are several bathrooms. The guest bathrooms on the halls, and upstairs are the nobles rooms with the ensuites. Briar follows Thistle, reasoning that she can probably run faster than the nocker if the older girl gets in trouble, and leave her to take the fall.

Hairspray hunting!

"That one is the one Bluebell and Julius use.. I have to share with Gwen but she doesn't put crap on her hair I don't think. The KIDS have a bathroom down that way, it's got a shower stall for horsebutt."

"The Sidhe shit upstairs, it's called trickle-down economics. I learnt that at the Farm." Proud.

"Ha!"

"Oh, hey, this could be useful..." She collects odds and ends along the way - a discarded grabber arm in one closet, some pipe cleaners, a towel....

Indeed, in Bluebell's bathroom is an entire RANGE of grooming products. Perhaps surprisingly, mostly for men. Apparently that naturally soft wave that Julius has going on takes a lot of effort.

Thistle gives a few test sprays, sniffing the air, checking projection arcs...

She selects a silver can of HARD HAIR (hairspray for HARD MEN).

Briar is trying a bite of lipstick.

It’s not red enough to suit her, so she eats the rest of the tube, then wipes a smear onto the good towels.

“We good?”

"Yuh-huh."

The nocker is duck-taping some things together.

"Whatchu got there?"

"So, this here can hold the fuel and we can point it at shit and pull the trigger to set it off... like, here, see? Gets the lighter, that sets off the hairspray so FWOOM!"

"Lemme SEE it go!"

"Let's take it outside. You said there's a stump?"

A huff. "Yeah yeah, out past the kennels."

"Cool. Not sure how well it will burn, but we'll still have a flamethrower."

"WOO!"

"Allooo?" Bluebell calls, sleepily from the other room - taking a nap?

"Aw shit. Let's go!" Briar grunts and leads the way.

She scoots after Briar!

The small redcap leads her out past the kennels and around a trail. Clearly she has the entire wooded area here memorized like the blood splatter on the back of a hand. "So how you know that cafe -cap anyways?" Curious.

"Well, I went there all the time before. So when I went there after, he looked different."

"Humph. I guess you can. It ain't like you'd be in any danger." Derogatorily. "Here, see?" She rounds a corner and points to the stump. It's nearly 4 feet wide at the base. A ways away the rest of the tree is seen, half-rotted out and hollow in the core.

"Willy seems to think all redcaps are dangerous."

"You're a really fucking scary kid, for what it's worth."

"That one ain't. Least, not to th' rest of us. Rumor was, he was seelie. But that got squashed, sounds like he's just weak. Else he'd be making something of himself, not just slinging burgers to mortal brats." She gives the stump a kick, it thuds hollowly. "I guess he could probably still fuck YOU up." A grin. She APPRECIATES being called Scary.

"I guess Willy's not as dumb as I thought."

"How do you know if someone's seelie or not?" She sits on the ground, futzing with her improvised device.

"You can kinda feel it when you ken 'em. It's not always obvious, but sometimes it just shouts RIGHT in your face. Me? I'm as Un as they come, a bad bitch boss wolf." Toothy grin.

"Gwen was teaching me the codes." A beat, and she corrects. "Gladiola."

A squint at Briar as she kenns.

"Gwen knows a lot." She rolls her eyes a bit at the other name. "WHAT-ever. We don't all gotta be flowers, you know. OH! But I learned about this one! See, you know how flowers normally smell all sappy to make bees like 'em? Well there's this one that is HUGE and smells like rotten meat to bring in FLIES and hornets instead. HA! Should tell Willy to be THAT one."

"Corpse flower, right?"

The kenning is still new to Thistle, but she gets a definite 'feel' from Briar. There's that glimmer of glamour, that special spark that makes them fae, but hers is somehow - not lesser, but darker, deeper. The cold light of stars in winter night, not the warm pulse of the summer sun like she gets from someone like Bluebell. Not everyone is so straightforward, but Briar is clear as crystal.

"Yeah, but that makes it sound cool. Stinkflower would work."

A sniff. "Hunh. Winter, I get it."

"Ain't gonna call her that. She's kinda prickly, too." Trina holds the device up to her shoulder, checking sightlines.

Briar sniffs in Thistle's direction. "Yeah. Winter."

"We tried to tug it out, see, you can see the chain marks, then they decided to just leave it here. So no one cares if it get scorched a little! Or a lot!"