#baronyofthesilverwolf

Flo has started surreptitiously clearing the tables, and she pauses, curtsying, and waiting to be acknowledged.

"You are a sidhe, Arthur, the down side of that is he has higher expecatation and yes he likes Thistle because she..." A pause "Oh hey flo, what's up?"

"If I might advise, Dame Gladiola? I took tea service up for the Lord and Lady but it has... been left untouched. I might recommend you wait until afternoon, or later, perhaps, ere risk disturbing the Baron and Lady Nadeen in... important business."

The sidhe kinain's delicately tipped ears color prettily.

Thistle dissolves into heavily-stifled giggles.

Art rolls his eyes up at the ceiling. "Da'an give me strength. Or rather, give them strength. Not that it seems they need it." He grins as well.

"oh? OH!" Relization kicks in "Thank you, Flo. You just saved me I think"

Flo beams at the troll. "Tis my duty, m'ladies, m'lord." And she continues tidying up.

"I'll double-check my translations in the meantime. What else can we do to prepare?" Art asks Gwen. "This is your campaign, after all."

"Here, let me help" She rises to help with the tidying "I can talk with these two while we do it"

"Honestly Art. I'm not sure. Extra dross in case we get low on glamour"

Flo shakes her head. "Please, my lady, let me. It is my honor to do so."

"Dross won't hurt."

Art picks up a tray and starts piling napkins on it. A bit of a wicked grin.

"I'm helping too."

"Taking Ivan would probably be tricky."

"Flo, you help my mom every day. I'm not sure I say how grateful I am for that"

"We can't leave Ivan behind, he would pine and waste away into one of those little Mexican dogs. The ones with giant eyes that tremble if you look at them."

Flo fusses at Art, "No, you stop that!" He ignores her, and picks up a stack of plates as well. "If you keep that up, I might drop them." He warns her.

Flo gives Thistle, the last remaining bastion of hope, a pleading look!

"Art, don't put that picture in my head.. now I have 'Arms of An Angel' playing in my brain while that plays as the backdrop"

Ivan whuffs in canine laughter, and appears to be offering to do the rinse cycle on the dishes, if only they are lowered to the floor.

She shrugs at Flo. Her friends are madmen.

Flo throws up her hands in defeat. "Leave the trays to soak, at least, and I'll scrub them when they're easier later on."

Art gives Gwen a high-five, and between them, the room is quickly cleaned.

"Yes, Flo, as you command" A restrianed smile

and yes, a high five

(scene, for now!)