#baronyofthesilverwolf

He murmurs to THistle and Madern, "If I can be a third as elegant as her some day, I'll consider myself to be amongst the top tier of all nobility."

SHe gently elbows him. "You're fine as is."

He grins back over to her. "I hope there are, Hmm, what was it? The little colored sugars. Jamies."

"I know that they are just wax and food dyes, but I must admit to being rather partial to them. Adding a rainbow of colors brings out the true delight in what might otherwise be vanilla, overlooked."

Citrine gives a rather sly sounding, Chime CHIME! And pokes Thistle right in one of her cheek spirals.

"Oh no, now the idjit's thinking about them."

"She likes those more than ice cream. I suppose they're tinkerbell sized."

"But YOU need a nap before we go anywhere." Art says firmly to Thistle.

"Mmm?"

"I'm..." She yawns. "M'good?"

"Do I need to tuck you in myself?" Art says, half jokingly, half serious.

A soft snort and a crooked grin. "Give me a kiss goodnight?"

Art gives a little glance around, and notices that Madern has left. Citrine and a trio of nosy Nevers flitter closely, he waves one out of the way and leans in to give Thistle a soft yet thorough smooch.

"Now, to your room." A pause, amended. "To the showers, then your room. I'll see that no one disturbs you for at least..." He looks at the sun, "Six hours." Apologetically, "I would wait longer but we're starting to run low on time."

Thistle glows nearly as bright as one of her Nevers. "I... I, yeah. Okay." She lightly touches his cheek, then ducks her head and heads off to shower and crash.

He watches her go, and then looks at the jars, and up at Citrine and her entourage. "She's really something, isn't she?"

Chime!
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