#baronyofthesilverwolf

"No!"

"Bink is great!"

"So." He nods. "Make. Maybe not all wake up. But a dozen dozen maybes, are worth one Bink." He says, rather proud of himself, patting his chest with a hollow tunk tunk.

"Pint-sized ain't wrong." Willy agrees "Eggs, omelette."

"I.. I know that..."

Bink walks over and wraps his stubby arms around her leg.

Well, ankle.

"So what are ya waffling about?"

"Next time, make taller. Oh! Oh! And." He wrings the top of his hat, shyly. "Maybe... lady gnome?"

"Horney little flower pot...."

Willy gets a little KICK to the shoe. "Is not bad to want a FRIEND!" Apparently a Nocker made Gnome might have a bit of fire in it, too.

"Didn't say it was a -bad- thing!"

"Ha. There were lady gnomes, though... uh... Winkum, and Pinkum were girls.."

Is that a hint of pink in his greyish-brown pottery cheeks?

"I remember, they were like me, but taller, and with the most loveliest... " He gives a little glare to Willy. "CAPS."

The voice in Trina's head repeats it's broken record of protests... but, it's a little quieter, drowned out by Bink and Willy's insistence.

She fidgets. "I mean, it'd.. it'd be a waste, maybe, like, if that kiln the Baron put in just sat cold."

"Damn straight." Willy says.

"I mean.... clay is just dirt, right? That's nothin'.... but you kin -make- it sumthin'. YOU can make it walk and talk." she gestures to the gnome.

"Durn Tootin!"

Bink swats at one of the Never's that is trying to steal his cap. They won't SUCCEED - somehow, although Binky can take it on and off as he wishes, when the cap is on his head, it's a good as a single part of a fired pot, immobile.

What if she put wings on something made of clay? The thought bubbles into her head.

Her fingers twitch at the infant idea.

"Soon, not yet, but soon, the garden will go to sleep. Maybe I can stay in kiln room. Is not kitchen. Otherwise, Binky will sleep under the snow, too."

"I know, Marigold is fussy about the kitchen."

"But Thistle-room is not kitchen." He says, wisely.

"... no, I guess not."

"And... it will be warm??"

"Sure!"

"Yes! Bink will go! Good idea." He says, as though agreeing with the others, as though it wasn't his own idea.

"And Marigold needs a pot, Gwen said.." Scuffing her toe.

"For flowers??" Bink says, hopefully.

"I think for beans."

"Bean... beans? No, no. Beans need to grown tall, on stakes." He fusses a bit.

"For cooking."

"Feh! Well, if big-round lady needs beanpot, make beanpot."

"I wonder if I could make it so it heats itself up..."

"Betcha you could."

"Maybe one of those FUBAR things I heard about?"

"If you can git one, could do."

"You know much about them?"

A shrug.

"More 'n you do."

She laughs. "Well THAT'S a low bar!"

"I could tell you some about 'em. Maybe."

"Yeah?" She perks.

(Fade to FUBAR talk maybe)