#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Yeah, whole nother kingdom, but nto just a Fae Lab, a rarer retriever breed and it's interesting"

"Muppet maybe put to stud himself if Thistle wants."

"You gonna be okay back at home with your brothers?"

Nose-wrinkle. "Ew, Gwen."

"What? Muppet is of a very rare breed. And his line is good. And not like he wouldn't enjoy it"

Hand-wavey. "Ya'll figure that out."

Fornax chirps curiously, "Stud! Button, beam, brace, peg, pillar?"

A grin at Fornax "That's one definition"

"Annnnd enough of one for him."

Then to Thistle and Art, she mimes reaching for her forearm as if she were a junkie "We haven't have a litter HERE in a while. I'm starting to get the craving"

"Definition. Accuracy, clarity, exactitude, perspicuity!" The little dragon PREENS.

A nod to Fornax "Good ones"

A sharp grin.

"Little one has become positively loquacious." Art observes. "Though, speaking of studs... how is Chuck doing?"

Art, to his credit, has lost his jealousy over his one-time desired host to be, and seems honestly curious about how Gwen's beau fares.

At that, Gwen grows a bit sad, "Ah, well, he... we both knew the odds were against us. He.. he was a real gent to the end. And we broke up formally around .. uhm.. Beltaine. He ..didn't know it was Beltaine, of course. I... uhm... he's dating a new girl now. Met her last week online. She's a really nice girl."

"Which is good, yeah?"

Gwen plasters a troll mask on her face "Yup. Best for all"

"You can both cherish the time you had together, how you grew and learned, and move on to new adventures." Art says, uncharacteristically sober for him.

"Oh I'm not really looking for a boyfriend now I'm... I'm good. I'm focusing on ME time" Nevermind that earlier she didn't know what to do with herself

"Is the Rivervale dog going to whelp there, or here? You'll be busy with puppies soon." He nods.

"Over at Rivervale, but I'll visit to help out " Glad of the change of subject back to pups

"Any good gossip I've missed out on? I suppose your mother would be the better one to ask." Art definitely looks curious.

"Oh I only hear half of it" She admits "But loads of gossip, sure. Rumor has it a local restaurant nearly got bought out by some big name franchise but then suddenly backed off FAST when someone made their choice not to sell final in a dramatic way. There's also talk of some 'street gang' of artists grafitting rainbows and other so called 'woke' symbols all over a building used by some 'Patriot Family' organization that tried, and failed, to ban gooks at the local library..." A look at Thistle, a suspicious one, then she goes on "You'll have to ask Julius about his wine deals, apparently he's got some guy in Mexico making some regular purchases of a wine that grows better up here than down there. Blossom kind of freaked in the school hallway at her elementary because of crowding, but she's better now. Oh, and there may or may not be a sasquatch sighting"

Art listens intently. A grin over to Thistle. "Would you happen to know anything about those street artists?"

Thistle looks Innocent.

"Me?"

"Some of the art did seem to look a bit like that Roscoe stuff, kind of suspicious" Gwen shrugs

"The light and dark contrast stuff? Churro rescue?" Art remembers a little from art class...

"Oh, fer..."

"And no, it was based on Keith Haring's work, not Rothko."

Blink blink.

A smirk

Art lets his grin slip through as well.

"The paint trails are a clear reference to 1989's Unfinished... I mean, not that I know, but it's obvious just by looking at it."

"Not that you know eh?" the smirk becomes a fond smile

"Exactly. Speculation."

"And of course, matching spray paint under your fingernails would also just be coincidence." He observes.

"The universe is rife with such." Airily.

"My house might argue that what is oft seen as coincidence is just omens pointing towards a forgone conclusion." He replies just as loftily, then grins!

A knowing look to Arty "Somethings have not changed"

"Is the work still up? I would like to see it."

"Turns out the police wanted it left up, for 'investigative purposes'" a proud look at Dancia "So for at least another month I think?"

Speaking of Danica! A mutter and rumble of conversation as a small crowd gathers... elsewhere, Nadeen, ever observant to the ebb and flow of her fetes, sees...

"C'mon now, leave off, you rainbow-patterned ninnyhammer!" An irate Nocker voice, growling at Danica who has one of her arms held, not roughly, but firmly in her own meaty grip. Following along, either accompanying or in custody, is a boggan and a clurichaun. A moment's thought places their names in the Baroness's mind - Zelda, the Nocker, her partner Adler is the boggan and Rosemary, the Clurichaun.

Danica speaks up. "Trespassers, Baroness. Shall I have them thrown in the dungeons?" Her voice deadpan, and the trio of accompanying grumps exchange alarmed glances.

The Baroness seems to consider this question, then says "In the spirit of the event, let's dwell on the positive. Still, I am curious : Is there a problem?"

"Perhaps not, if this one hadn't come armed..." The Thane growls, but when Zelda jerks her arm again, Danica releases it. She DOES keep a contraption well in hand. It looks like some sort of combination dust-buster... tank fed... thing? Only the Nocker is likely to know.

Adler steps forward and bows properly, as does Rosemary, and when he gives a sharp look over to Zelda, the nocker bobs a reluctant one as well.

"Aiden? Zelda, Rosemary... what is this all about? What IS that device?"

"It's a portable air purifier! Your technicolor numbskull couldn't tell an incendiary from a occilatory device if it hit her right between the ferkakta horns!" Zelda fumes!