#bergen_county

Dagmar wrinkles her nose and scowls at a tangle of greasy burger wrappers. "Gross."

"Huh..." She looks at the bottle...then sets it down sideways on a rock and spins it. She says, "I'm not asking truth or dare; I am asking who and where," as she bunks for Tattletale.

"Well...yeah. I'm the one who was here." Falko says as if it's a given "I was here... no one was. If not the folks who see the problem solving it? who. Betyou the chieftain would if she saw it."

"Chief would, yeah."

She makes a face when she bends over to pick up the paper.

"I think we got most of it" Falko says pleased, then looks curiously at Adam "Is he like a project or something?"

"He's kinain."

And Sylvi sees a brief flash of another bottle like this one... a college student aged woman laughing with another taking selfies... picnic basket by some designer...

A scowl at Falko.

"Couple of women...college aged...having a picnic." She shakes her head. "I didn't get much. Not sure I'd even recognize them if I saw them again. They even had a picnic basket with them, but they couldn't take their trash out? Jerks."

Then he notices what Sylvi's doing with a curious look.

She frowns...designer....which designer? She tries to remember the mark.

"Mmm if I caught htem doing that, I'd whammy them" Falko says

"People suck."

"What kind of whammy do you have, Falko?"

It is here where Sylvi's interests save the day. Designer Lore is not well known in Kithain circles. Frank wouldn't get this, despite all his knowledge, but Sylvi recognizes the name as a pseudo hipster wanna be euro brand 'Gaiadini'. It's one of those things rich people buy to look 'in' even if there are more pratical things out for cheaper.

"I can shape change things some" he says

"Oh, I've heard of that! Cool."

The clean up is done, Falko grins "We did it! Thanks guys."

Shrug. "No problem."

"Welcome."

Sylvi frowns. "Huh. Gaiadini. Figures."

"Huh?"

She brings the bottle to add to the garbage bag. "Gaiadini. The women who made the mess had a Gaiadini picnic basket. It's kind of hipster-y. So it's a couple of rich brats." She looks around. "They're probably local...I mean, how many out-of-towners would even find this spot, let alone think of it for a picnic."

"True."

Falko frowns. "Well... Could one of you tell the Chieftain? I'm not allowed in the lodge and might not see her." He seems to accept that

"Join the club." Glumly as he puts the six-pack holder in the garbage bag.

Sylvi nods. "I'll tell her. I'm doing patrol, anyway, so you'd be part of my report." A smile for the wopeltinger.

Sylvi gives Adam a look. "Sorry, have you invited us to come over to your house whenever?"

Falko blushes and beams "Thanks"

"Have you invited Dirk to come over to your house whenever?"

Then a nod to Falko. "No problem."

Dag frowns, hanging back and chewing on a hangnail.

"..he's not Dirk."

Adam looks affronted, even insulted. "That's all it takes? Yeah, sure, come over. Anytime. All of you, any of you. Need me to get my parents to call yours, I can. Want them to talk to the Chief? Can-do. There, better?"

Yes, a little heated.

Sylvi sighs and rolls her eyes. "Missing. The. Point."

"Thanks," Falko says "I don't have parents. Is ito kay if I come over for dinner?"

"What, then?!?!" Frustrated.

Speaking to Adam

Her jaw juts out and she wraps her arms around her waist.

"Yeah." Exaggeratedly to Falko. "Fine. I'll tell my folks. They're gonna ask about your family."

"Wow. You want everything now, now, now. You are sidhe-kin." It doesn't sound like a compliment.

"Hey, not my choice, remember?!?"

Falko looks at Adam, "You think choice.. oh."

Sylvi forces herself to clamp her jaw shut and steps back a moment.

"You tried," Flopsy says gently to Sylvi.

Quietly. "Don't..."

Sylvi exhales, palms down to mimic what she wants her temper to do. "Look," to Adam. "You aren't going to get what you want all the time, and it's really annoying when you whine about it. Falko, you've got real things to deal with, and I really appreciate you helping out the lands here, and I'll totally tell the Chieftain. I've gotta get back on patrol. See you later, Dagmar. C'mon, Flopsy."

She turns and climbs back up the stream bank to the wooded path.