#bergen_county

Anne Marie gets a call, "What's that? NO.. REALLY? You don't say!"

"Well that's wonderful!"

"Are you taking her in as a fledge?"

"About Lucita's age? AMAZING"

"Zane, and Adam? Oh my. Well those two boys certainly are making a mark"

A shift in the shadows, as Symon eavesdrops (though he appears to be digging through the back of the far cupboard for a snack...

"Another kithsister in the land will certainly work wonders. And with all the glamour in the air I can't be surprised I suppose but still, I thought we'd get another troll. Yes, yes, I've heard the 'something in the rivervale water ' jokes too. Mind you, Hearth Kerri is a dear friend and Tove and Sally Mae know how to dish pretty well. Of course I'm not offended in your interest. Lucita has been somewhat down lately. Won't talk about it? Typical teenagers. Got to get the jaws of life to get them talking. My little Sy-man is ten times worse than that... but he's got such a good heart. Of course, as a sluagh he's just not much of a talker... but he's got so much love to give."

something on the other indeed politely supportive of that

An inaudible snort, heard only by the mushrooms growing in the back of the cupboard. Mind you, it wasn't ORIGINALLY a mushroom dish...

"Well, I think she'll be a fine addition to our little club... I.what? " A pause "What? A SECOND One?"

"Not a boggan, a Piskie? Oh how did you learn about this? Nevermind, your sources are safe with me."

More talk, names dropped.

"Wynette Washington? I KNOW Her... yes yes... how ever did I... poor dear went through a divorce, her husband is a miserable cheat...and screwed her over big in the childpayments. Oh the man was an ass! I mean, divorces are rarely pleasant, but she's scrambling to make it you know?"

A frown as he listens in, absently popping a corner of what may have once been bread into his mouth to dissolve.

"What's she look like? Well, as a piskie you know it is... they blend. I think her heritage is part African American, like a quarter? Very hard to tell but she's a bit of a Karen if you know the term..yesss... but she's trying to get things done and has little time for foolishness. It's not for me to say but she may need to loosen up. Mm you know, she's in her thirties, and single. Do you know anyone that. would..."

Matchmaking plans start up

Suddenly a loud SQWUA- SQWUAK from the basement! Symon startles, hitting his head on the top of the cabinet he is leaning inside with a THUD. "Damnit!" He hisses, and pulls himself out, rubbing his temple.

And Symon has to deal with his samhain gift

"Ann Marie, do you think Dirk would mind if I took a bit of the beef from his drawer? This beastie is killing me. Not literally." He adds as an afterthought. "Maybe someone at the Lodge will know how to deal with it. They have an entire menagerie there..."

"Oh that horrid thing is till in the house? mmph Yes yes. I'll get more from the store" regarding the beef

He heads to the fridge and gets a bit of the beef they keep in hand for extra hungry moments, chopping it into a fine paste. A thought and he dredges it through some of "His" milk, to give it a bit of a greasy sheen and fetid miasma. A bowl of this prepared, he heads for the stairs, stopping just on the top step. "So, two new fae? ...no sluagh though?" His expression blank.

"Yes, a boggan and a pisky" She says, then "Oh you poor boy. Do you wish there were more sluagh to play with?"

He shrugs, and just comments, "I guess it falls to me to keep up the kith reputation." But to her BogganSense(tm), she gets... relief? Odd. Seems that he rather LIKES being the only sluagh in town. More secrets for him!

A curious sort of smile at something, "Well, I have heard good things about you helping the lodge. They need you. And I KNOW you're more community minded than you let on"

"You wouldn't go ruining a man's reputation now, would you? ...I think I'll go by there in a bit. Do you want me to take anything for the Pot? I'm sure I can strongarm someone into hauling it back after."

MAW-MAAARRRRK! The Vuldra - as Symon has called it, like a Vulture-Hydra... Screams.

"Shut up, you little..." He hisses, before cutting off, he doesn't want to contribute to the new, brightly decorated 'Swear Jar' on the kitchen counter. "...precious baby bird." He finishes.

"Mmm you know, that's a good idea. I bet Mrs. Washington would appreciate a welcome to the Dreaming contribution. Let me get something together to put in that pot that an 8 year old would like"

"Macaroni and cheese? Or chili, maybe." Coincidence, likely, that these are both dishes that Symon likes a week later, as well.

"Good idea" ANd she prepares some quick easy to make and still a touch personalized mac and cheese "Thank you very much ,Symon."

"Yeah." He nods. "I'll bring some back for Dirk so he doesn't get mad about the beef." And, he has been dreading this, but asks... "Do you have some fabric that I can use for a sling for the Vuldra? It screams if I try to put it in the backpack. But... uh... anything, maybe that's not... " He struggles. "...Pastel?" The word distasteful on his tongue.

"Well, I do have this material but you don't want it, it's this army drab sort of green" A face, "I ended up having it thrown as a 'bonus buy' during a sale. If I had known that was what she was going to put in I wouldn't have fought those lines"

"If you go Black Friday shopping, you should see if Dirk will go with you. He can glare down any one, and he might enjoy it. A lot of folk out that day are bullies and jerks, and he'd be justified in treating them with a taste of their own medicine." A small grin.

"Oh I try to rise above" She says "But it can be hard. My samhain, lord.." Embarrassed

He looks curious about THAT... and wonders if she was at the Wayburton's that night, he heard a rumour - but then he shakes his head, banishing the thought. NOPE. Not thinking about THAT possibility.

"You want that olive fabric anyway?" She offers "Until I get something better? And I can whip up a sling for you, no trouble"

"That'd be great. Olive is good, it hides stains."

"Mmm" And she gets to that as well, vanishing for a moment and doing things SO quickly in that way they do. The result, when she returns quickly after is sling that is just sized for that horrible creature.

"Oh, I also made Lovecraft little booties if she goes out in winter for her teeny paws. I'll make ones in a nicer color when I get new material" She grins "Look, kitten mittens for all four feet"

"Uh. I am sure she will appreciate the sentiment. And thanks." It is a good thing that there is no Gwydion here, as he packages up things, bundles the chimera, and heads off towards the lodge!

She waves as he goes off on his mission.

(end scene)