#baronyofthesilverwolf

The truck is an older model pickup, but with an extended cab and has clearly been outfitted for the Large of Stature. It may be the first time since her Chrysalis that she really felt COMFORTABLE in a car.

A happy sigh, then "Oh mom, Dame...it's too much. I mean, even fixing up old vehicles... it couldn't have been cheap"

Thistle is now under the hood, poking at it.

Clearly some one has done fine work with the engine of THistle's car... fine, but in need of improvement ala Thistle!

Marigold clears her throat a little. "I believe you have an appointment?" Gentle prodding.

"I promise, they are real, and will not disappear." She smiles. "You've both earned them."

"Oh, right!" She has grease on her face and elbows. Because of course she does.

"Oh right... come on, Thistle. Let's take MY truck" Gwen grins

"Though they WILL come with the responsibility of providing transport when needed for the hold, which is in exchange for these..." Marigold has a pair of 'company issue gas cards'. "We'll also cover the insurance, though gas for pleasure trips will be on your own pocket, understand."

"Yes ,mom" a nod nod nod

"Oh, sure!"

Gwen smiles then remembers "Thanks, Dame Lavender"

"it is on behalf of their Lord and Ladyship"

"And.. also you all earned it" A reminder from Dee "Now go"

"Right- thanks!" She remembers, hastily. She has a distracted look, though - mentally working through a to-do list of the shiny New Project.

Gwen pops the passenger door open "Need a rope ladder?" A bit of a tease.

"That's not an exaggeration, Paul Bunyan."

Citron and Gentian both zip into the cab, flitting about in Gwen's field of vision while chiming excitedly.

"OKay, Nevers, in the back..if I had seat belts your size I'd make you wear em"

And she does offer a reach over and hand up to Thistle

The nocker stubbornly scrabbles up herself!

If she used a step like the kind that some semi-truck cabs, and installed it on a piston so it would snap out when needed... Thistle can't help but think. Would Gwen let her 'improve' the truck?

The nevers settle down a little - they are still flitting around, but now in the back of the cab, and not directly in her line of sight.

Little golden and blue swirls!

"Oh, the tea gift" Gwen remembers

"Right!"

Dee sighs and gets it from the kitchen then hands it over "This it?"

The box itself is a bit of a gift - an antique wicker picnic basket that is lined with old silk, must have been one of Marigold's thrift store finds. The black and silver ribbon holding it shut is a touch of 'Silverwolf'.

"That's it" Gwen nods "THanks"

Thistle carries the basket, since Gwen is driving. (And has a license, natch)

Gwen waves good bye, checks the mirrors, side and rear view, makes sure there's gas and the oil pressure is good, turns the key, and carefully pulls out

"Seat Belt, Thistle" And off they go. Gwen must really be in a rush because she does the Speed limit PLUS TWO

(MPH)

Fornax is set on the dash so he can see! (And a hand behind him so he doesn't slide)

A quick flash of lights behind them soon after they pull out onto the main highway - are they getting pulled over?? No, there's a flash of wolfish-teeth grin, and Danica pulls around, waves, and speeds off on her way.

The draconet blinks, then lids his eyes and tucked his head... he tries to tuck it under a wing, but it's just a nub and insufficient. Finally, his head is rested against Thistle's hand instead.

"Give me a heart attack, Dancia" As of the thane could hear her, though she can guess

"I can't believe got cars" SHe keeps driving... daring her two miles over the limit despite the scare

"Seriously! Nice thing about an old Checker like that? Th'sucker is purely mechanical, no computerized nonsense."

"Yeah?"

"So that means SO much leeway in customizing it, and making it do whatever... Wudlig's been teaching me about alchemy..."

Soon they are pulling into town. Parking is plentiful at city hall - there are not many others there today.

Fortunately Gwen has money for the meter

Heading in, they do pass one lady in a colorful dress, fun glasses and a pair of paisley converse sneakers who heads into the DMV office ahead of her. Despite the tinge of banal atmosphere that clings to that room, she has the aura of a dreamer... alas, they have an appointment to keep, and Gwen and Thistle head down the hall to the Historian's office instead.

Gwen makes a note and then goes to the office and softly, gently, knocks

They actually arrived a little early, due to Gwen's crazy driving... and have a few moments to chat before their appointment time.

"Wow" She looks worried "Maybe I went too fast there"

"Oh, suuuuuuuuure. Regular Chuck Yeager."

"Hey, now that i got a truck, i want to take care of it" A nod

She tucks Fornax back into her pocket, while Gentian perches on the tip of one ear. Citron is circling Gwen.

"Yeah, listen, I have this idea for your passenger side - I could rig up a step that could, like, deploy..."