#baronyofthesilverwolf

Muppet trots along at Madern's heels. Why not?

Madern smiles at him "Good boy. You get a bit more than the others" He assures and in they go. He will thaw by the oven.

Thistle, already inside, finds a box with ten and a half raisin cookies

"Ooo." She snags two. Then a third.

Madern is freezing "They're raisin" he says as if it was a warning

But soon he's got the stew going .

They're delicious is what they are!

"Yeah, I saw!" She takes a bite. She talks as she chews. "Gonna take one for Art. It has oatmeal, so it's practically health food, right?"

Marigold pops her head in. "Don't forget the rosemary, Maddie. It wants to simmer from the start - remember hard herbs vs. soft herbs." Mostly approving though as she looks over his mis en place.

A smile from Madern "Wasn't healthy for ME but yeah. See if he likes and.. glad you do."

At Marigold's command, he nods "Rosemary, right" He is glad she reminded him as he's not at the top of his game right now "Thanks, Marigold"

She pauses, and goes to stretch and rest a hand on his forehead. "Are you unwell?"

Marigold does smile over to Thistle, even as she puts a kettle on. "Oatmeal IS a super food, the magazines keep telling me."

"Fiber'n all that shit, yeah." First cookie is already gone.

The nocker's head tilts a bit, something thoughtful coming across her expression.

"I may have crossed a boundary with someone. I.. took the chocolate cookies you made for your daughter.. sorry, and I ran out of chocolate chips so I made raisin cookies to replace them. I did not know she would see this as a betrayal. She was not happy" he explains

"You messed with her chocolate? At THIS time of month, at THIS time of year?" Aghast. "My lad, you're lucky you can walk." She chides him, though gently.

"Time of the month?" Confused clueless male look

"Actually, I think I know how to make this right. put the rosemary back..." She bustles into the kitchen, and calls over to the two wilders, "Thistle, find the hominy in the pantry - and Madern, see if we have any of that squash yet that came in the last box from that Iowa hold."

"Huh? Okay." Amiable shrug, and she goes to retrieve.

"Sure" he says still a bit baffled but obedient

What even IS hominy?

Citrine buzzes around, suggesting brown sugar, white sugar, cane sugar, OH OH! SUGAR CUBES!

She gives Thistle begging eyes. Chime??

"Oh, nimrod, no. Here, have some cookie." She breaks off a piece.

"I was going to make this on new years day, but we're close enough." Marigold beams at Madern and pulls open a drawer, digs through, and finds a small recipe book hidden in the back. "You are not to mention to Gwen what I traded for this. I still think I got rather overcharged in dross, but... well, it is what it is." It is a small leatherbound book with writing on it that looks like no script he has ever seen before.

Citrine grabs the cookie and takes a bite, then... GACK! CHOKE! She falls into a spin and flops dramatically on the floor.

Tick tick tick - Thistle can hear her gears chugging along merrily despite the impressive death display.

Madern is curious as he does his duties

Oh, there it is! A large bag labled "dried hominy"

"And we have squash" A light bulb comes on "OH, time of the ... Oh. I always thought that was exageratted?" It can't be THAT bad can it?

Snort. "You ain't dead, idjit. You don't want any more cookies, that's fine." She grabs the bag and heads back to the kitchen.

He brings in the squash

Marigold rests the book on the table - Thistle will catch a glimpse of the cover - are those runes? She doesn't recognize the script either!

"What's that? You able to read that?"

Something like...

Madern looks over it "Okay, that's cool?"

Marigold chuckles warmly as she brushes her hands on her apron. “Non, I am afraid I only know French. But as part of the deal, I was given a few translations.” She retrieves a neatly folded slip of paper from between a couple pages.

“This,” she says, tapping the page with a graceful hand, “should be a recipe for a Lakota-inspired venison stew. Now, according to my notes, we can use onions in place of dried ramps, and timpsila—I believe is prairie turnip—could be substituted with regular turnips.”

She turns toward the root cellar, her cane tapping against the floor. “Let me fetch what we need. You two keep an eye on that book, I don't want those little glitterbugs playing with it!"

"Oh awesome" He says

"Citrine's dead from oatmeal raisin. We're safe." She pokes at the stew with a spoon.

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There is rather more of a glow from that little book than a recipe book might entail. Madern senses that the glamour is also a bit... unusual. How, he's not certain, but it doesn't seem to resonate with the arts he is familiar with.

"Uhm... the glamour seem a bit ...different to you? It's... I don't want to say off, but.." he looks at it cautiously now

"Well, it ain't english."

It doesn't feel bad or malicious, just unfamiliar!

"Well no," he admits