#baronyofthesilverwolf

He accepts the mug and snags a pastry from under a glass cloche - the nevers chime offendedly as it is covered back up.

Ernie says "The big one is for Gwen, obviously" To Thistle

"Sure?"

"So don't give into temptation and paint it up in orca patterns" Innocent look

Another snicker covered.

"Ha!"

"Thanks, Ernie. Maybe you can check into those fireworks." He says, all innocence. "Thistle, catch you soon." And he steps out with his goodies.

"On it" Ernie offers

Once Art is gone, Ernie asks Thistle "Glad to have him back?"

Pink cheeks, but a shrug. "I mean, sure?"

Ernie smiles "I kind of missed him too. I wasn't as tight with him as you ... or Gwen, but it was nice having a guy near my age around. "

Ernie sighs... one of the Nevers has gotten caught in the cord of kitchen curtain, "How do you do that EVERY time?"

"Because she's an idiot."

"Her brain is literally the size of a mustard seed. Maybe a peppercorn."

"Well this one is mustard yellow so.. it fits" Nimble fingers a crafter might envy soon free the one caught up "There you go, Mustard. Or did you already have a name for this one?"

"Ochre, so close!"

"And they're not really names, per se."

"Except you, Citrine. Yeah yeah."

"Yeah, Citrine is special." He nods "She doesn't bury her head into pastries trying to get to the bottom like that other guy/gal"

"At least a peppercorn, there."

The Ochre one free, flies off , promptly into another curtain

"Oh for the love" Madern sighs

Thistle snorts a laugh. "Idjits."

Madern notices what looks like.... bugs, crawling through Thistle's hair.

"Thistle?" He stops "Ah, your hair? Not the color, but there's... insects?"

Tiny pops of light reflect off her purple hair, here and there.

"Do you have like, lightning bugs in your scalp?"

"Huh?"

"I do not have bugs!"

She touches her head.

A fireworks-fly pops against her fingers happily.

"You got bugs" He says as one pops

Siiiigh.

"Fireworks flies."

"Neat." He says "Kind of gross, but neat"

Citrine giggles, but there is a popcorn-esque chorus of indignant pops from Thistle's head. It Tickles.

'GAhhhh" She shakes her head, trying to dislodge them.

They flutter free, but soon return!

Almost like a magnetic pull, that.

Citrine is doubled over now, bells of laughter pealing in delight.

Ochre and Kelly giggle too, though it is unclear if they get the joke or just delight in laughter.

"Hold on, sec.... " he reaches into a cabinet, and says "Citronella oil. Mix a bit of this in your shampoo" He gives safe measurements "wash your hair in it. Might help"

Harrumph!

"Thanks." Scowl!

"No promises it will work, just don't try to get fancy with it and mix it with dyes or magnets or whatever"

"Why... would I mix it with magnets?"

"I've no idea, but half the stuff Nockers do I don't understand" he admits "You guys are genius but very confusing. One day, I saw Willie go into her workshop with two copper pots, a spanner covered in car oil, chicken wire, and a copy of a horoscope. I'm learning not to ask."

"That's for each man to determine for himself, that."

"Do you guys ever grab some random thing you're NOT going to use, just to freak people out?"