#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Damn well better be."

"There's... " She frowns at the kintsugi urn. "That one's not fruit."

It gives a soft, pulsing glow, whereas the other urns just have a smooth cool feeling.

Art runs a finger along a golden colored line on one side. "This almost looks like lightening. I didn't remember such a pattern. It's nice, though."

"Yeah. This one is special." Squint. "A... lady?"

"Yes, that ones a keeper," He pauses "I mean... not one we have to keep forever but we.. it's more important.:"

"C'mon, let's get to the truck."

Madern moves towards the truck "Julius, we may have cracked the case."

Julius is sitting in a spot where the suns shines just right - speaking of the sun, it's definitely lower in the sky then when they left, some hours at least have passed. The Satyr dozes.

"(*&%%, good, should be the same day!"

"I swear, it felt like a week or two..."

"LEt's not jinx it, I don't think Julius would stay a whole week so this is a good sign," He walks up to the Satyr and says "Man that Bikini sure looks good on Bluebell, shame she has to go to the beach alone."

Julius mumbles, "Not there, bunny, you know I'm ticklish..." Then his eyes crack open. "The little itsy bitsy teeny weeny one that got her banned from the public pool?"

"I've no idea. I made it up so you'd wake up. We have achieved our noble mission. Please take us home and hurry?" Madern suggests, though now he wonders how 'itsy bitsy' that bikini is, and if it has yellow polka dots.

"It does," Says Julius, reading Madern's mind, "And it is magnificent."

Julius gives a neck popping stretch, "I was worried you'd be gone for a long time, but I only had time to polish off one of the sandwiches. Help yourself if you're hungry." It IS the same day, their phones now assert, though it FEELS like they've been wandering the dreaming paths for several days. Tummies rumble and luckily Julius is pretty casual about allowing eating in the car.

Danica? NEVER. She'd have you detailing it with your toothbrush if you dared.

Madern grabs a sandwich and eats, "Feels like days, Julius, so thanks. We got something important to take back. BIG . And yes the Amberheart,"

"How's it taste?" Julius asks, curiously.

Art ponders, then says, a touch dreamily, "Like a hint of summer peeking through in December."

He considers, "...why am I thinking, silver-blonde?" Puzzled a moment. "It was smooth rind, not hairy as a peach, or even a coco-nut.

Thistle cradles both arms around the carry-basket. She's hungry, but they're close to the end...

Art notices and holds up a thermos after tasting the contents. "Iced latte with vanilla?" Where Thistle can reach the straw.

"Ooo. I guess, thanks." She leans over to take a sip.

"Art's right, it tasted like a sun peeking through winter gray and minding you there is light even in the darkest of the year," At the mention of Silver Blonde he nods "The... lady I think, Art. I think. " He wolfs his food down, eager to get to their goal.

Citrine lightly touches the golden urn, and gives a soft CHIME, rather thoughtful for her.

Then she needs to be swatted at to prevent her from trying to open a fruit urn. Somethign tells here, there's sweetness inside and she's worse than an ant at a picnic.

"Shoo, idjit. You had some already. There are skittles at home."

Julius reaches over and gives a soft bang on the dash, and the glove box pops open. Citrine gasps and dives in, and is soon examining a container of.... what IS that?!

Art looks aghast. "Are those... dried beans?"

"Those are a crime against humanity, looks like. But Citrine also is a tiny criminal, so it works out."

"Actually they're kind of addictive," Madern mutters but helps guard the Urn.

Soon they are pulling up As they pull into the drive, they spot Mavis waiting outside.

The teenage Sidhe is pacing near the entrance. She looks annoyed, which for Mavis somehow only makes her more striking. The irritation burning behind her eyes lends a sharpness to her fae beauty.

As they approach, they catch a piece of what she is muttering to herself.

"...and if she says one more thing about proper etiquette, I swear I'll find a way to put my lacross stick somewhere educational..."

She notices them then and stops pacing. "Oh, good!"

Relief flashes briefly across her face before being overtaken by annoyance once more. "You've been gone for hours."

"No furkin' way! We only hiked fifteen miles into the Dreaming and negotiated with grove guardians...."

"Surely, that should be no more time than a trip to the Circle K."

"Hi Mavis," Madern is not so immune to sidhe beauty in female form and smiles, "Sorry about that, we couldn't control it. Our guest being a.. challenge?"

"She is a royal pain in the keister, but managed to insult our hold and Baroness so carefully I couldn't actually take offense or challenge her to a duel."

Based on Mavis's flashing eyes, she really wanted to do that.

"I don't even care that she probably would have knocked me flat, if I got one good poke, you know?"

"She's taking a rest now before dinner, which she said, oh, how did she phrase it, "Unlikely to be much to wait for" or something like that. "

Her eyes roll.

Madern scowls "You know I haven't even been around her but her digs on Marigold's food are pissing me off. Marigold is the greatest chef in Apples, maybe Concordia." Even his awe of a passsionate sidhe lass doesn't dim his respect for the woman who moved him past spaghettio casseroles.

"Uhg. What a snob. Have I mentioned I'm so grateful I'm not one of the pretty ones? No offense, Art."

"Anyway, all the more reason to get some of these Urns to Marigold pronto."

Art prods her. "Who says?"

"M'just... y'know." She shrugs, blushing. "M'not."

"Wouldn't want to be caught up in all the noble BS, either. Dunno how Dee or Rocky stand it."

"Mostly Gwen stands there and keeps score stoicly I think," Madern says "And Dee just nods and then mocks them around the water cooler later."

"I don't know how to stand it either." Art admits.

Julius advises, "You just stand straight, don't make eye contact, and then imagine them naked and servicing your every whim. Crawl, miss Aesin, that's a good girl."

A bit of an evil grin. "And then I let Bluebell have her when I'm done."

It's just a fantasy, right?

Right?

Art mumbles something and his ears turn scarlet.

Madern looks at Julius "You have so much to teach me." A bit of hero worship there.

"Er, the kitchen!"

Mavis is rolling her eyes a bit. "I bet she's a cold fish." To Julius.

And so, our three head to the kitchen!

Where they find Marigold moving at.... normal speed. As they step in, a pinch of herbs suddenly falls into the pot as her boggan speed returns to mere mortal levels.