#baronyofthesilverwolf

"TING!" Janice smiles as Frankie bellows, "Indoor voice, please. Sure, you can have Ting if you want. Ever tried it, Gwen?" Making sure to get hte name right. "It's a Grapefruit soda made with real cane sugar."

"Ah coke would be fine, thank you Mrs.. oh, how do you like to be called?" SHe says, mannerly

And as they shakee hands, she kens, hoping contact makes it easier

"You can call me Janice, that's fine. We're all friends here, after all, right?" A bit of wishful thinking in that, perhaps.

"Janice it is" SHe says as she concentrates on the contact searhing for glamour

Thistle looks about as prickly as her name.

But she's trying!

Ah, yes. Her hand is soft and smooth, cool to the touch without being clammy. The teal Never has zipped over again, and orbits Janice a couple times curiously before returning to see if Trina's hair is real or not (by tugging at a lock).

It's deep inside, not quite buried the way that she felt Mr. Tibbs before Tiberius was released, something more like Flo, an inner core of glamour that tingles and glows, but not quite yearning for release.

Soon they are all being handed chilled refreshments!

A brow, as she tries to translate that in her head. Kinian then?

"Dinner will be ready in about a half hour, if you want to hang out in your room, Trina." Janice offers. "Frankie, don't bother them, okay?"

"Thanks, Janice" She says

And takes her refreshment

Definitely a kinain feel. She's touched glamour in the past, but not recently, it seems. At least, aside from the natural wellspring that is an exuberant kid like Frankie.

"I have a whole room here, yeah... if you wanna see."

She brushes at the tugging Never.

"Love to"

It's a big house. Perhaps not as impressive to Gwen now that she lives at a veritable mansion, but extensive, and with room after room. A pantry off the kitchen, they pass a few closed doors - Frankie has taken point. "THAT's my room, and THERE's the bathroom, and HERE'S the rec room, they used to call it a playroom but that's for BABIES. They're gonna put the nursery THERE, and you have to be quiet when Dad is working in his home office, but he's out back right now, and that's Mom and Dad's room, and mom's room, and...."

Gwen has seen the shabby outside of Thistle's apartment she shares with her mom - but she hasn't been invited up.

"Place is huge" She admits , suddenly understanding a bit of Katrina's resentment. It might seem like her mom is left in comparative squalor, of course it's NOT squalor she's in, but it might feel that way

"Janice does her projects and yoga in there."

The door is open a smidge, though Frankie is already barreling forward "And we have a swing set in the back, but it's too icy now..."

"I bet"

"But you did get a sled, right?"

"Frankie likes playing in the snow. Over Christmas, we made a snowman almost as tall as you, Gwen!"

"Yeah? that's that pretty impressive. I'm up there" She nods to Frankie "Good work, Dude"

"Yeah! It's the kind with real metal on it, not plastic!"

"Did you know you can use Kool Aid to dye snow? Trina showed me." It was a glorious riot of snow. Teal-never chimes sadly, and makes a tinkling sound. They missed this! ?! Clearly the Bigguns need to go outside RIGHT NOW and make another one.

"Trina knows a lot of cool stuff "

The back door closes with a thud, and "Whoo! It's cold as a penguin's butt out there!" Comes a male voice. Stomping noises, Dad knocking snow off his boots in the mudroom.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaad! TREEEEENA AND GWEEEEEEEN ARE HEEEEEERE!"

There's quite a pair of lungs on the boy!

"Later." To the chime.

She blinks. Her ears kind of ringing .She's no sluagh but wow... good volume on the kid

Trina's dad comes in, a tallish, dad-shaped fellow. A little soft around the middle, but that just comes with age, in general he's in good shape, and the touch of grey to his sandy hair is charming.

"Hey, how's my girl?" A big smile from Dad and he ducks a bit like a boxer, throwing fake punches at her arm. "Not getting into any fights at school these days, are you? You didn't come by to sneak a form for me to sign?" He grins, joking. Granted, it's happened before, but he took Trina's side.

Turning to Gwen, he offers a hand for her to shake in greeting. "I remember you as well, we met last summer! Hey, is that a CHS letter jacket? Go Comets! I never made it on the team when I went to Carthage, but I saw all the games...."

Frankie seems to get his enthusiastic energy from Dad in part

"I'm on the Lacrosse team" She admits "keeps me warm ish" Better he notice the jacket than the socks

"You can call me Mr. Smyth, or Greg, just don't call me late to dinner." Giving Gwen's hand a good shake. his hands have a bit of strength to them - he works a desk job, but shovels his own drive way, seems to be a point of pride.

"Hey Dad. We just needed to go to Target."

And she shakes his hand and kens

"Ah, 'Le Tar-gey!" Giving it a BAD french accent.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Smyth"

Warm, friendly, and terribly punny, but mortal to the core, she feels.

A smile, in some ways that's ..easier. Less risks and surprises

A siiiiigh.

"Da-ad."

"Lacross? Not too shabby! I couldn't even handle a ball good enough to make the team, let along a ball AND a stick. Can you get us tickets to one of your games? We'll come cheer you on!"

"Speaking of cheering, did they cancel the art show this year? I swear it was in late winter... early spring?" He looks to Trina. "Covid killed it last year, but maybe they're bringing it back for '22..."