#baronyofthesilverwolf

BRRRRRRRRRRRRNG! The siren call that says "CHOW TIME!" Hoards of kids flood the hallway. Sure, technically they are supposed to be social distancing, but who cares when you're young and invincible... and hungry?!

the tall indigeious girl has a brown bag, and stares down anyone giving her shit

BUMP! Gwen notices in time to not check the girl who just hip-bumped her, as her friend Pam grins up at her. "Did your mom make extra cookies for us today? Didshedidshedidshe?"

"Pam, " she laughs "you are really asking for it, in more than one way. Saidly, no cookie, just two homemade danishes, mmmm strawberry center"

"She should open a bakery. And then you should bring us, your best friends in the world, to said bakery to test all her new treats." Pam says wisely.

"You're a giver, Pam" And she fishes one of the Danishes out "You want?"

yoink! "Dibs! Gotta get one before...."

JB coasts up, "Hey Gwen! Did your mom...."

Pam waves the danish. "Snoozer loser!" He tries to grab it from her, but she takes a bite and dances out of his grasp, laughing.

Chuck is not far behind!

"Hey Gwen!" He glances around for a Teacher, then leans in and kisses her cheek.

Gwen leans into the kiss happily' Hey Chuck" then she says "Sorry, JB, you have to be pretty quick to beat Pam to my spare sweets"

Chuck grins, "If you had your mom bake more, you could turn a profit running a black market bake sale at lunch."

Pam swallows before adding, "See, that's practically what I said!" JB is making puppy-dog eyes, and Pam sighs, and rips off a third of the Danish to share.

"C'mon, let's get our table." Pam grabs Gwen around the waist.... which may just be an excuse to grab JB as well, and guides them through the crowd towards THEIR table. Being part of one of the popular cliques has it's benefits, the crowd parts before them - and maybe also because of the sheer mass of the Jocks bearing down.

"Okay okay..." She says "But the other Danish is for me and Chuck to share"

Chuck follows behind, amused. "I gotta jet, though. Do you mind if I take it to go? I have to put in some extra studying before the next test. Gotta keep at least B's to stay on the team, and Trig is hard."

He looks sheepish. "I can make it up by taking my best girl out for fries and a frosty after class is over?"

"Sure baby" She hands it over "Brain food "

He doesn't dive into the pastry right away, instead pulling Gwen close for another smooch that has Pam going 'WooOOOoooo!' like a 90's sitcom laughtrack. Chuck pulls away before a teacher can squawk, and winks to Gwen. "Sweets from my sweet."

JB SNORTS, but Chuck is already jogging back on his way towards the math corridor.

A goofy happy smile on Gwen's face

"You'd think it's already Valentines day, the way you two carry on." The other male jock rolls his eyes.

"Huh?" A blink then she shrugs "Hey, what can I say, he does it for me" Hair toss

"Er, Gwen?" A voice pipes up from behind the muscular beefcake wall.

JB turns, and looks down at Arty. "Sup, Frosh?"

"Hey, Art. Pardon me guys, I need art's help on a project." Gwen says "Right?"

"I am not a freshman." Art says, speaking up to JB. "I might be slight of stature, but I am assured that I am the proper age for a Sophomore, as well as meeting or exceeding the intellect and understanding guidelines for that grade level."

JB looks like something in his head fizzled at trying to understand that.

Pam leans in, and holds a hand under Art's chin. He blinks, startled, and then - she has a brush and is slicking back his messy hair! Just a couple quick swipes.

"You're shaggy, dude. Makes you look like a kid, or one of those dogs that can't see. Try a new cut and you'd probably look your age."

Indeed, just the moment of styling DOES help, though Art is looking a bit stunned at the interaction. "Uh. Thanks, miss."

"HAH! Miss. Jesus boy, what is this, Downtown Abbey? Go on Gwen, I'll catch you next period."

Art seems to have forgotten why he came here.

"thanks" And she scoots Arty along

"Oh. Right!" He hurries alongside her, easily 2 steps for each of hers. "Gawain says that Ted - NOT Teddy is the senior you spoke of. He has been suspended once already, for spray painting on school property. A friend of Flynn, though. Or an acquaintance? He says that they have done deals together." He looks proud at the intel. "I am supposed to know that he is a bad influence as well and I should steer clear."

"I... let me think"

"Okay. Don't mind me." He has produced a sandwich and is neatly devouring it. Peanut butter!

"Oh.. mmm he migght have the guts to 'rebel for a good cause'. I'll talk to him.. thanks"

Art is scanning the crowd for Thistle even as he consumes his sandwich and moves on to an apple that he peels with quick, agile motions of a small knife.

"you can come wiht if you like, but I get if you'd rather hang out with Kat if you see her. "

"Trina!" He says, with a smile, slicing another bite.

"AH, Art?" She whispers "You need to get rid of the knife. "

"If you get caught at school with that you could get suspedended" Annothe whisper

He blinks. "Whatever for? It is scarcely a weapon." He looks baffled. "See, the Baron gave it to me, so that I could work on my manual dexterity, after I dropped an entire box of horse-shoe-nails"

It IS a pretty little thing, a small silver blade that folds into a black wooden handle.

"Dude.. fold it up, put it away. " Firmer voice

He shakes his head, but the tiny blade is hidden inside a pocket. "As you say, Gwen."

He offers her a slice of apple as a peace offering.

"Sorry I'll explain later, but trust me when I say the school has a zero ttolerence policy whether itt makes sense or not.." She waves off he apple "Thannks. I'm good"

He doesn't need to be told twice, and polishes it off. Quite an appetite, but he does seem to be growing! There's at least an inch at the bottom of his jeans that show her socks, he's going to be asked 'Where's the flood' soon.

"Who should we speak with next?"

"Well, " she gives the names inncluding Ted

"With Thistle, that's five voices. Is that enough?"

"I would think that ONE voice should be enough." He answers his own question.

"We also need to talk to Thistle yes. need her help" A remindner o herself

"She already agreed to help ME on a project... so it's basically the same thing. Right?"

"We'll see" A cautious tone "We see. "