#baronyofthesilverwolf

Marigold is on her rounds when her daughter comes up behind her and gives her a hug, a gentle one , Gwen says "Hey, mom. You SURE You're going to be okay while I visit Rivervale to show them how dogs work? I'll be doing it a lot"

The boggan matron turns and reaches up, up, to give Gwen a pat on the cheek. "Don't you worry about me, Gwennie. Between Flo and Madern, I'm practically twiddling my thumbs here." An exaggeration, to be true, but she has noticed that her adopted mother has had more downtime lately, to record her favorite recipes in cookbooks, try out new pastry decorations, and do other, less taxing duties.

And that down time has lead to some amazing 'tests', "If you're sure. But do not hestiate to text me... or even call. Okay? I know you got help, but I worry about your health. Also with the Baroness having a thorn up her side about our court being 'not fully staffed' though I think we do fine, there maybe a work load increase because of applicants. I know you 'got this' but if you have a replapse or the like you tell me. Do not get all proud and stubborn, please?"

"Hrrrmph! Well, -I- don't like all this lollygagging back and forth on the trods! Anything could happen, even along the silver!" Fussing right back. "Did you get the cookies I packed? Please be sure that they make it to Miss Hornshield. I get the feeling that- well, I think m'lord was a touch miffed at her, and I want to make sure there's no hard feelings."

The confections, homemade dark chocolate drops atop a rich and buttery shortbread kissed with milk chocolate ganache, are as delectable as they are impressive.

"Just mind that those beasts of yourn don't get into them."

"Mmmph, well, I think the Baron had a point about respecting who was put in charge of what but yes I have the cookies and they'll get to her. " assuring her "And I've trod walked before. Maybe Gerd will flicker flash me here once if you prefer that. " She says "No chocolate for dogs. Knew that one even before the change."

"Oh, certainly not!" She looks aghast. "You could end up anywhere!" Fuss, fuss fuss.

Marigold has NOT forgotten the tale of the fledges and Gladiola being dropped in the middle of the ocean.

"It was juust one time" A reminder

"As much as I hate to say, maybe you should ask for the hospitality of that 'Lodge' for a time until the pups are more grown. Or m'lord would certainly find you accomodations, even a rental property." She considers. "He might even buy something in the area, mayhaps just outside of the barony borders, as an investment if the situations presents."

"There's a lakehouse set up they have, truly mundane but nice" She says "I don't want the Baron wasting money on me if need be."

A brow. "He might well appreciate the opportunity to have a reason to visit a 'vacation home' nearer to his son, at that."

"Twas a remark on his behalf that prickled the Baron from Miss Hornshield, in fact."

"Really?" A thought "That's.. not a bad idea then. Mom, you're a genius. If it helps the Baron ...discretely , then I can do some online shopping to see what might be available" She hugs her mother again "In fact I best do that while I got time. See you you at the next meal"

Marigold taps her cheek, indicating for Gwen to stoop down and give her a kiss. "That's my girl. Now, safe travels, and give that white beastie mother a pat for me."

She does, giving a kiss on the cheek "Will do" And off she goes

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