#baronyofthesilverwolf

"I cannot say." Airily.

HIS turn to snerk

"You want something else to eat or drink?"

"Mmm... mebbe a sammich to go..."

"Sure, Jelly or Marshmallow fluff?"

Citrine flashes and flutters around Maddern at the latter mention.

"Not for you, for Thistle" Madern says

"Oh, now you've done it."

SPARK!

"Ha, you think the sugar addict'll be discouraged?"

Was that... electricity?

Or just light?

Citrine's hair stands up for a moment as though she had put hands on a plasma globe.

"okay, not sure she needs MORE energy"

"Citrine?" She crosses over, pulling down her loupe to examine the Never.

Citrine sits and allows herself to be admired. There are faint trickles of electricity that are fading even as Thistle looks, annnnnd they are gone, discharged.

She looks PROUD.

"What was that?"

"I think the ninny learned a new trick."

"it's not going to topple souffles is it?"

"Shouldn't?"

"Okay. I'm working on one later."

"Listen, can I get a spoonful of fluff?"

"Oh heck, I'll make you a Sammie and get a small cup for Sparky there" And he does

Delightful flutters.

Ochre and Kelly, having formed a temporary alliance, manage to push Citrine out from under the loupe and await THEIR admiration.

Citrine balls up tiny fists, and her hair starts to rise a little.

"Heyyy, hey, hey hey..."

"Over here, Ochre. I'll get a small cup for you and Kelly too"

Anything to keep peace in Marigold's kitchen

The nevers are quickly distracted, though Citrine huffs, jealous, and goes to sulk on Thistle's shoulder.

"It was very impressive, y'nudnik." She reassures Citrine.

Somewhat placated.

It must be said that Ochre and Kelly have to SHARE a cup of Fluff. Citrine gets one of her own.

Oh, Marigold's fine turkish coffee cups. The perfect size for a never-portion of anything.

Sure, nothing bad can come of this

N.o.t.h.i.n.g.

"There we go"

Tiny hands shove into the cups, and soon are stuck full of sticky sugar across skin and dandelion fluff hair.

And, in one case, it seems that there may need to be a full gear cleanout and re-oiling.

but they are HAPPY.

A long-suffering sigh.

"Welph, I'm gonna be cleaning and oiling that"

Citrine gives a (sticky) offended buzz at Madern

She is a LADY and he will not get his sticky fingers into her sticky gears.

"What?"

"Oh no I mean the cups"

"Sorry"

Her back is to him!

Oh, marshmallow!

She dives in for more.