#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Oh god, D's horse buddy? Whole-ass telephone pole shoved riiiiiiiiiiiighhhhtttt up..."

Art laughs!

"D'Lavender says she's fun once you get to know her but yeah," A nod "Great Warrior, not the best conversationalist."

"Still, better than that annoying Raccoon pooka in the area," A grumble.

Those that went to a recent contest with Gwen there will know about the fact Rikki put a sticker on Gwen's back that said 'Whosoever pulleth out the stick from this ass shall be rightwise crowned prince of all Wolfiingshire'. Gwen was not amused when she found out. Vengeance was had.

She stretches a hand upwards, indicating great height. "Maybe the air up there is too thin for talking?"

"mmph," A nod, Gwen is not small, taller than say that Siv girl, and having caught up with the Thanes, but Dagmar is taller still.

"I wonder if I could weaponize Al's sauce? It might work for potato propulsion AND flavoring..."

Flippy to a new page. Notes on tater-tot-gun.

"Won't you need his permission to recreate it? Bes Din rules and shit?"

"Or I buy it. No shame in having a supplier for components."

"Even better," Gwen nods "See if Julius can help fund it , it IS research by the chief head whatever that title is."

"Al won't complain about separating a Noble from their money. Sorry you two."

A smirk "It's okay. Though I think the Baroness DId earn some of his respect . Say what you will but she tries to keep us tied to the community."

Sketch-a-sketchy.

Gwen looks over "Oh, you're in the zone."

Art laughs. "No offense, from a Noble who doesn't have any inherent wealth..."

"Didn't say it was logical."

"Not like I'm exactly rolling in dough, either."

Gwen looks heaven ward.

"You could be, if you'd compromise your ethics and quality. Remember that shop that wanted to mass produce your strawberry frogs?"

Clearly he is not inferring that she SHOULD seriously consider the proposal. Which, of course, she did not.

"I have standards, Art."

"Clearly not many. After all, here I stand." He grins impishly.

"Just high ones, yep."

Gwen holds Art steady "Go for it" She ttells the nocker

"Oh, I thought you were going to bonk him lovingly on the head for putting himself down, but that works" She unhands Art.

He mock-winces and rubs at an arm, "Unnecessary roughness!"

"mmph" Then another thought "Do you guys need some money? starting up I mean?"

Art straightens up, "I'm working part time jobs over the summer."

"And as of yet, I don't have any particular plans that require investiture." He reasons.

"The Baron finances any work that directly benefits Silverwolf... though Julius has gotten a little tigher with the purse strings and qualfications on what applies, since the..." He gives a vague gesture encompassing the entirety, "Well, everything in the economical factors that I try not to focus on as it makes me turn a little grey,"

"Well, pure breed dog breeding in moderation can be profitable and I may serve the baron but he has allowed me some work on my own. Let me know if you guys need a minor investor."

"Well, I've got my art and some tables at shows and I'm working part time now..."

Art straightens up, "I can make my way." A touch of sidhe pride showing, though he adds, honestly, "Though I do appreciate it - and you, Gladiola." Sincere.

Gwen checks her phone and bank account then says "Sure thing. It... looks like while I'm doing fine, someone had my money moved to a long termed saving account. Not all of it mind you." Her brow is knit, and she looks a bit annoyed at the notion.

A sigh as she realizes something "I need to talk to mom about something later," Grumble.

"ANyway, offer is on the table regardless." Gwen finishes up.

Gwen notices she has an alert, a text from an unknown number. Probably spam.

"Ain't we a set."

She eyes the number and makes a point to look it up on those sites that keep track of spammers and robocall redirects. Then says "A set? Troll Knight and her trusty sidekicks?"

She could read the text. Or just delete it! Whatever

Art laughs!

She reads it, hurmph.

Then smiles at Art's laugh. He has a nice one.

TXT: The Stone Remembers. I would like to see you again.
It's from an Oklahoma area code.

She thought she had his contact info already, did he change his number? She doesn't know, but the already indigo troll goes just a bit redder at her cheeks.

"Pardon me I need to ah... maybe return a text. You two have uhmm fun planning."

And the troll who was teasing her friends about THEIR lovey stuff (Which she approved of mind you) scampers off so she can get gooey herself in private.

Thistle snickers. Then - "Hey, Art, look at this - you think we could maybe belt-feed tater tots into the chamber?" She shares the sketchbook.