#bergen_county

"I'm cool with tossing Rivervale Vindicators out for a vote. It shortens to RV like for Rivervale, and we can save on monograms."

"Wait, are we a democracy? If not, I'm running for dictator."

Tove smiles but does not opine on that.

"You're the evil genius, not the dictator."

"I'll take it." A grin.

"Sylvi's obviously the dictator."

"So... who all is in? Or do we end up with an East Coast West Coast situation? Because if that happens we're only a step away from Great Lakes and then we get Squirrel Girl." A wrinkle of his nose, and he gums down on the squishy treat. A drop of vile liquid oozes out, but he catches it on a finger and licks it off.

Nose-wrinkle.

"I totally am," Sylvi beams, laughing. Then she valiantly tries to ignore Symon's drool but....ew. "Let's sleep on it, get others in on suggestions."

"Hey, I've got patrol...see you guys later?"

"Sure thing. We'll let it percolate."

"Yeah, sure. You walking my way? I should be back for dinner, AM said." He pauses, and remembers to nod to Tove. "Thank you for the snack. "

"Oh! There's a good one! The Percolators! The Chieftain would love it!"

"Sure, Symon. See ya, Tove. Later, Dagmar."

"Nevermind, I'll walk alone and hope a wolf tears the memory out of my brain. Catch you at lunch tomorrow, Dags?" Despite his retort, he moves to walk with Sylvi.

"Later you two"

"Seeya guys."

And they go.

"I think Symon liked ah.. his section" Tove says

"I think so."

"...It made noises."

"Yeah" she makes a grossed out face "I'm trying not to think about that. Sorry."

A snicker from down the path as he faintly overhears them on his way out. "Score." (and, gone)

"Thanks, though."

"You're welcome. " She smiles "Hey. Tell your friends to come by more often if you want"

"Yeah. I mean, everyone seems busy, but... yeah."

"I know..." She nods "But if they can... " a smile, "You're all good kids. And I like the fact Symon and Sylvi are both friends. Talk about contrast huh?"

"Well, they're both fae?"

"If it weren't for May, I wouldn't have any normal friends..."

"True. " A pause "Do you want more mortal friends?"

"Mm."

"I'm good."

"Yes you are" A smile "Okay. let's go.. " She nearly trips as Twobit was underfoot ready for sausages

"Greedy guts!"

....Twobit gets one of Dagmar's sausages...

"Oh.. darn it Twobits"

Tove steadies.

Twobits looks guilty... but then snatches a sausage

"Hey!"

"Oh she is in such a mood lately" Tove says "Jaymes, talk to your dog"

Jaymes comes out, "Evertyhing okay?"

"Your dog tripped me...or tried to" Tove says.

"Did you fall?" Alarm "Are you hurt?"

"No." Tove says

"She's fine!"

"Oh.." Jaymes nods, then bends down and picks up Twobit "And are you okay? " Scritch scritch

Adorable dog wriggle

Tove rolls her eyes

Have I not warned you of the treachery of Canine Gluttony? How their bellies were ever larger than their brains? But no, you did not heed the warnings of Odin, and you paid the price!

Is what Odin might say if folks spoke cat.