#baronyofthesilverwolf

"I am most stubborn, nu?"

"You will have your way, yes," Coradel agrees cheerfully enough.

"Though I do fear I have rather blown my fun money."

"I must needs make use of my prize."

"Thank you, Julius " Earl says and samples "This is..really good"

Vince comments, "I fear I will be bankrupted bidding upon yon Cat's Eye Marble. You see, being of the Feline Mind, it is a Family Heirloom and I must not part with it..."

Dolph, joining for a drink, "I think m'lord has his eye on that fine feedbag. I'd bid for it m'self if I weren't running the show, and besides, why pay my good wages when m'lord will buy and I can use it just as easy?"

"MOST Stubborn" Siv smirks "But all is well that ends well"

Bluebell is overheard talking to Julius, "If only -I- had such a lovely makeup set as that."

"But why, honey bunny? We're already engaged, you don't have to impress anyone." The Satyr responds, intending a compliment.

It is only by a NARROW margin that the Satyr doesn't end up wearing his drink, as the Pooka turns up her pert cotton-tail on him and flounces out!

"That was a mistake" Blossom tells Julius helpfully as she offerrrs up the drink tray again

"What did I say?" Julius tosses up his hands, baffled. "Thank you, Blossom... um?"

Thistle and Art are looking at the treasures again. Not Touching!

"Sometimes girls are pretty because it makes us FEEL good. Men" She rolls her eyes like Calanthe

"But she's gorgeous already, and even if she was covered with mud and wearing a mummer's mask, she'd be the loveliest thing on Earth." Julius argues. "Isn't that what I said? She doesn't need makeup!"

"That's not what you said" Blossom shakes her head and trots off to give a drink

Earl whispers to Julius "Whatever you do, don't FAKE your own hanging. Not as romantic as you'd think"

"I suppose I'd better bid on that makeover." He says to Earl.

Earl nods

"You ever eat a radio and imagine all the people inside are goingg down you gullet" Cutbert inquies to his eating partner

"I like the tingle when you chew on a live electrical wire, but MARIGOLD" eye roll "told me to stop after that time I got knocked into the wall once. It made my hair stand up, that was cool."

"but the smell of ozone is COOL" Clearly Marigold is unreasonable

"So who's old dude?" Briar asks, nodding towards the knight that Cutbert came with.

"Green n white, you got a Dai... dairr... damn Green-Tree tree knight?"

Earl has rejoined his lady "Having fun again?"

Cutbert nods "Yeah, Daireann, they'e kind of puffed up and but hey they take up awesome revenge... Sir Tástáil is older than most gods, but he still kicks ass. I wouldn'w work for no pussy"

"Is he here to Fire Roar Gwen?" Narrowing her eyes a bit at Cutbert. "It's not SPORTIN' if she's not expecting it, you know."

"Huh? Nnope.. he's here to check onn some.. Gladi someone?"

"Yah, that's Gwen. She took a dumb flower name. She's my..." Briar scratches at her hair a bit, self conscious.

"I mean, she kinda works for me, you know. I watch out for her."

"Taught her all she knows 'bout dogs. and that's a LOT."

"Oh man, you got to orrder a troll?" Clearly envious

"Yeah, and listen, last pennons..." Briar proudly tells Cutbert about how Gwen, still a fledge, stood up to 5 minutes of beat-down from Peacekeeper Dirk. "She's tough as Rock, she is, and not shitty brittle."

"Oh that's gonna be useful when she goes through her Fior, they're going beat her like a drum, some folks nnearly die...... "

Of course, if Marigold is hearing this it may not help her stress

"They don't die, though. NEARLY, right?" She looms a bit, which might not work as well on another 'cap.

"Never HEARD of anyone dying..but when you nearly die like three or four days in a row, some curl up and beg.. I hear"

Briar grits her teeth. "Gwen ain't some beggar bitch. You'll see."

"Yeah, I will..." He grins