#baronyofthesilverwolf

Her laughter rings like a bell.

"Are you.. Mrs. Claus?" Blossom asks

A familiar tick-tick-ticking from under the cloak.

"Oh, no! Mrs?! That means OLD! I am young!" Giggling.

"HEY!" Says Bluebell, a married woman. "Hmmph!"

Blossom ponders this.

"OH."

"How?!?"

With a joyful grin, the sidhe divests her cloak into Marigold's arms, revealing a pair of delicate clockwork wings!

"Lady Citrina Cogswright, at your service! Or are you at mine? Mine at yours? Ahahaha!" A laugh, delighted!

"You're embiggened."

"I do not know! One moment I found a plate of cookies! UNGUARDED! Not like those the mean lady keeps from me! So stingy! I ate THREE!"

"COOKIES?"

Marigold stiffens. "STINGY?"

Blossom looks to Marigold "Did you make magic cookies?"

A harrumph. "My magic is in precise spices and perfect timing. No, this is the work of another Baker, I believe."

"I have heard tales of the Baker, but... oh, no. I am too set in my ways." Marigold shakes her head with a rueful smile.

"I... okay. Okay. Well, we can get some cocoa - right Marigold?"

"With peppermint?"

Cleaning can be heard in the kitchen, yet Flo has the day off, and Madern is out in his van

Marigold says "Of... course..." a blink, confused, and she peeks into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, a boggan wilder of Native American persuasion has made short work of what was left for a clean up.

"Excuse me?!" Marigold says, startled.

Thistle pokes at the sidhe, checking the mechanisms at a large scale.

"Hi Mom" A familiar voice says "I don't know why I was always so slow before, this is really easy"

Citrina laughs and swats playfully at Thistle's hands. "That TICKLES!"

"Can you still fly at this size?"

Citrine, without a thought, leaps into the air! Her wings snap out, and one of them will clip Thistle in the head if she isn't quick to duck!

Indeed, Gwen the Boggan cleans at three times faster..when no one is around anyway

"GAH!" She ducks, a protective arm over her box of ornaments.

BZZZ! She buzzes audibly at this size, and.... BONK, she hits the ceiling. "OW! Who put this here?!" In danger of knocking down the newly hung garland!

Bluebell shrieks in dismay!

Julius calls, "Maybe OUTSIDE is better!" Even as he ducks

"Ooh! SHINY!" The quasi-Dougal looking Sidhe hovers, entranced as she looks at the freshly decorated Yule tree.

Her eyes GLEAM.

"It is shiny, but there's cocoa n the kitchen, for sure."

"And maybe cake?"

"Oh! OH!" Lady Citrina hits the ceiling a couple more times like a confused housefly (Bluebell winces with each bop) and then into the kitchen.

Where Marigold is gazing at her daughter in surprise. "Gwen?! My Gwen? You're so.... SHORT!"

Thistle follows Lady Citrina, grumbling.

Marigold gives an order. "SIT!" And Citrina, shockingly, drops into a chair. "I should be giving orders, my soul tells me." She complains a bit.

Then Marigold is giving Gwen a fierce HUG! For once, her adopted daughter FITS in her arms.

Thistle sets the box of ornaments down on the table, and goes hunting - there had been some spice cake which was already cut into...

Thistle sees a plate of cookies on the counter. There are crumbs, several already eaten she can tell. They do not look like Marigold's cookies.

They do, however, look delicious.

Gwen returns the hug "MOM, the fuss, haven't you ever seen a boggan afore?" Then she smiles "Weird huh?"

Citrine doesn't appear to notice them. Perhaps she has had her fill.

She cuts Citrine a slice of spice cake, but snags a cookie for herself.

"You might actually need to eat something other than sugar now that you're big."

"There's no sugar in cake??"

She starts at the icing, naturally.