#baronyofthesilverwolf

"You're gonna get buried in beans, silly."

"Oh dear, that might make her a has bean" even more deadpan

A groan.

"I blame Bluebell's influence" gracefully throwing a pooka under the bus

"I don't think that that's entirely fair... but yeah, I'm on my way to the kitchen."

A nod and the Baroness says "And if she asks, I will be seeking out the Baron to discuss some business."

"I'll ask."

"Or tell."

"You know."

"Thank you!" and she's gone

And so, Thistle seeks Mari...when rae is able!

Thistle does not find Marigold, at first - just Marigold's rump. The older lady is apparently feeling fairly spry, as she's on her knees, scrubbing out the inside of one of the ovens. Marigold notices that someone must have come into the room by the feeling of time distorting and her work going back to mere mortal scrub speed.

"Allooo?" She calls, her voice echoing from within the oven, not unlike a certain Never inside a pot.

"Uh, hey."

Thistle has a Never in the pot... and may have picked up a few more on the way. In the freehold, she's rarely alone.

"Ah, Thistle, dear. Let me just... off." Knees a little creaky, but whatcha gonna do.

"A little overflow on one of my pies. Bless it, the design didn't come out, but it will still taste lovely. Would you care for a slice?"

"Ooo, yeah!" She crosses to offer a hand up, if needed.

Something is tucked under her other arm!

She is helped up, though Marigold tuts as she gets a bit of soot on Thistle's arm.

"I hope you like apple, but golly if it doesn't turn into napalm and then charcoal if it hits the oven bottom."

"Apple ain't bad at all, yeah!"

"It'd be funny, right, to turn hot apple into a a weapon? Like, instead of tar over the drawbridge... boom, hot apple."

"...Could use it to feed the guards on watch, too?"

"Have you ever been scalded by hot candy? Oh, I could see it being a seige weapon." Washing her hands, and then heading for a pie that has a quite intricate leaf pattern in dough on the top - except for an overflown area with gloppy apple mess. It SMELLS great though...

Thistle sniffs.

"So. Um."

"So, like, you know they put in that kiln?"

"Oh, yes. You didn't burn yourself, did you?" Concern only! "Not that I don't think you have the sense to handle one, but oh, I've heard horror stories about exploding pottery..."

"Oh, yeah. Lots can go wrong. Lots of science in ceramics..."

"But, anyhow, I was testing the kiln. Just.. to make sure everything worked alright."

"And, um, I know Briar ate your bean pot."

"So, like, it's... it's just a test piece. To see if the kiln was firing okay." She shoves the pot towards the boggan.

"Oh, how kind of you..." She starts, and then goes quiet as she gazes at the pot. Taking it and carefully turning it over in her hands, looking at allthe designs.

A small sniff, and she rubs at her eyes. "You made this for me?"

"I mean, Briar ate your pot..."

"Well, you've given me quite a problem here, dear."

"It's food safe! I made sure! And the glaze fires at fif-furkin-teen-hundred degrees, it'll take the regular oven fine!"

"I know the lid ain't fit quite square..."

"And it's just a test piece, to see if the glaze fire worked right...."

"Oh, no no no, that's not it at all. It's just that I can't imagine staining such a wonderful gift with cooking oil!"

"But.. it should be useful..."

The pot is set aside, and Thistle is getting a HUG.

She squeaks a little.

"Your little sillies are certainly useless bits of fluff, but they are cute little dickens, even I have to admit. This? This is lovely, AND useful. I kept staining all my good wooden spoons to keep the lid ajar when cooking beans - now I needn't worry."

"The glaze, there's this Mexican village called Talavera.... I mean, bean pots gotta WORK, but I really liked the colors..."

"I kinda made up my own pictures, though."

"Well, do you want them made with beef, or with pork hocks? Because I'm cooking up a batch right away." She insists firmly.

"Oh, pork. Because there's apple pie..."

"And you have a smart palate, too!" Marigold beams. "Ever tried your hand at a pie bird?"