#bergen_county

"I'm sure they're glad you had .. you kept the peace so they could do the action?" She tries a tact to mollify

A snort "Whatever... is it true that somehow Adam's mom and dad and sis are kithain?"

"Yup, guess we missed their dream dance somehow." She is glad he's focused on something else, someONE else.

"We didn't 'miss' shit, they shouldn't have... the kenning.." Dirk knows what he wants to say but isn't sure how to say it "There are signs before, and they didn't have em. I would have gotten one! And the daughter was enchanted before , she should have burst then! So what the fuck?"

"I.. " A swallow "I don't know."

"Those lameoids get into the club while REAL bad asses like Dr. Lee are left out? SOmething STINKS and I don't like it" The Cap's eyes glimmer with violence just under the surrface.

"It was a surprise to Adam too.. I think.. I should go" Ramona says

"Yeah, maybe you should. I'm in a pissy mood" Dirk warns

ANd Ramona nods..and scrams!

Leaving Dirk to stop around and glare in the direction where the Thomas house lays Bratboy gets everything when others deserve to have THEIR families in the loop STOMP STOMP STOMP

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From the Ironhawk House, music is being worked out, for the muse has struck, and Tove sings starting slow and loving..."I love my husband, I love him true, and willingly I opened.... for he is kind, handsome, and strong, and in him I placed my hope in. And it was sweet, precious sweet, from lovers banquet to sup.. but moons pass by, and now I sigh- for the bastard knocked me up!" And up goes the tempo " Oh the bastard knocked me up, the bastard knocked me up! He's looking great while I put on the weight the bastard knocked me up! Adoringly, he looks at me, and tells how he loves with his eyes, easy for him to do anyway, it's MY ankles that have swolen in size! Oh the bastard knocked me up! The bastard knocked me up- My hour glass shape now looks like a grape because the bastard knocked me up! " Strings strum to the pace which does slow just for a moment, "Oh I know it takes two to tango! I know I welcomed his seed! But he looks so grand while i can barely stand, I hiccup and I've got to pee! Some say motherhood's a blessing, and I know with joy it to be true, but if the were were just, my husband's ass would bust, right out of his pants too!" And back to the faster pace "Oh the bastard knocked me up me up! The bastard knocked me up! He smashed my pie and made a pudding, young ladies beware the dangers of cuddling, the bastard knocked me up!" STRUM

"mm needs work" She observes. But she still feels better having got to sing it. Petty but there you are.

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A knock at the door of the Ironhawk barn - Tove has a visitor!

The door opens, Tove has a guitar in hand, "Hello?"

Outside the door is... Symon! He gives a nod to the lady of the house. "Mrs. King, hi. Um. I had some stuff for you."

"Oh goodness, Symon, please, come in, can I get you tea? I think we have some suitable pudding if you want a snack. How have you been?" She makes way for him to enter

"Oh, um. That's okay. Some tea maybe, it's not that cold out today, but it's piss- uh. It's a bit rainy and the chill sets in." He is a bit awkward around his friend's mom, but trying his best to be polite.

"Dagmar home?" He looks around, listening for the sounds of other bustling in the house.

"No ,she's out with Nadeen" she says "It's just me" She pours tea

"Oh." He frowns then tries to shake it off. "I mean, yeah, it makes sense. They still had stuff to work out about her dad, right? I'm glad that'll be taken care of soon. I hear it was pretty crazy." He pulls a chair out, and takes the cup, leaning forward to inhale the scent of the brew. "Mm. This smells good."

"Thanks, would you like a touch of lemon or lime in it?"

"Lime?" He looks a bit surprised. "I don't think I've had lime in tea. I'll try it though." And he does, sipping politely. "Um, oh. Ann Marie said to give you her regards and to let her know if you still have any morning sickness, and she'll send over a soup or something."

"Oh she's an angel, and you're not the devil you like folks to think you are young man, thank you," She says "And thank her too. Yes, it's been crazy. I don't quite understand it myself, Nadeen's father is a childling now.. with the Count Hemlock... but the real news seems to be all the Thomas family has gone changeling except Adam himself."

A soft snort. "Great, because all he needs is more reasons to feel left out."

He quickly amends, "I mean, more fae, that's good though, right?"

"I always think so" She admits "Though , and don't tell Nadeen this, I do hope the boy won't be fostered in Rivervale itself. It's not old grudges against sidhe, at least I hope not, it's more that title and rank... could be trouble."

"Yeah, because more Varich around sounds like my cup of tea. I was actually hoping she'd go stay with him. I mean, she's always going on about father this, father that, she should be happy he's back now, and they're welcome to each other's company... there."

"Well, with her as Liason, I suppose she maybe there more often" Tove says tilting her head, "I heard she got rid of that dreadful sword at least"

He raises his head a bit at this. "Oh? That's good. That thing was nasty. Did it get lost, or broken?" He doesn't seem particularly broken up about her loss.

Tove doesn't seem to blame him at all for his good riddance attitude. She doesn't have his ears, but a discordant note is just offensive to her and it sounds like that was all that sword did "Traded I think. Some favor to another noble"

A slight frown. "Do you know to who? It seems good to know where that might be."

Tove ponders "Let me think.. Dagmar escorted her to.. oh, that Countess of Charm, Maryland?"

He nods slowly, making a mental note - for himself, and to warn his fellow kithmates. A sip of the tea. "Maryland is a ways away. Better still the bottom of the ocean or smelted into slag, but hey, you can't win 'em all. And with my luck, if it went into the ocean we'd end up with - I don't know, some sort of vengeful Varich merman after us. Just you watch." A doleful tone, but it does sound like he's joking. Probably?

Tove says sympathetically "From what I hear, to anyone who could hear it, it was an UGLY sound. That offends me as a singer" She says "So I don't blame you a bit. Now, how are you and the others at your house doing? "

He makes small talk into the second cup of tea. Dirk is doing alright - the peacekeeper gig has managed to help keep in line, it seems. Symon was under unofficial house-arrest after returning from Rome, to catch up with his missed schoolwork. Ann Marie tried another foray into Korean cooking - defying the trend of Boggans at being master chefs - it took a gift of a cookbook recommended by Lucia's parents to help her move on from that - though with a sluagh and a redcap in the house, most anything gets eaten, no matter how it came out. Poor Dr. Lee.

"But I did bring something to show you..." He rustles into his bag, and pulls out a sheaf of hand-written notes, along with a stack of computer printouts - copies of things he had taken pictures of.

She was sympathetic to Anne Marie's cooking challenge, and Dr. Lee's situation. But when the notes come out, she takes them and the pictures and looks over them, "What's this?" Curious

They are copies of old songs - some with musical tabs, others lyrics, and some that may have just been poems but could be set to music. He took pictures where he could, but for a few where they were of glamourous makeup, he actually copied them over painstakingly as they may not have translated on photo. "Some of the lost treasures of Rome. Colton was more interested in the armory, but I thought, uh, you know, you might like this stuff."

"Oh.." She gapes. Trolls, with some exceptions, are stoic creatures, reserved, but Symon can see how in awe she is as she reads more of the lore, epics, poems and more "Oh Symon, treasures is the right word. This is a trove. I .. how can I repay you for this?"

He ducks his head a bit and shrugs, downplaying it as he toys with his teacup. "I mean, it's important to you, right? I just didn't want it to end up getting lost or forgotten. ...there was this cool little study there, but it was under so much dust I didn't know if anyone had been in there recently, even before the hold... uh... closed up."

"I think I should visit some time, but it doesn't change the fact you've done both that hold, and I suspect trollkind, and music period a service. Are you truly going to fuss if I reward you?" A smile

He shakes his head a bit, and then ventures, "If you want to, do something nice for Dagmar. She's been in a funk lately and it's annoying to have her all moody. Oh... there was also this...." He shows a drawing of a fife. "Some sort of flute, I think,, carved out of a hard black wood. It had glamour in it. Looking through the records, there was a mention of how it would..." He wrinkles his head a little, thinking. "It was hard to translate. Something about how when it plays, the enemy doesn't want to battle? Or will be afraid to fight? I put it in a safe spot, because I didn't think it would be right to take it - and there's all sorts of folks coming in and out, and who knows if something like this might just... "walk away". But if there's no one there who can play it, they should give it to someone who can."

She admires the work "mmm maybe I can figure out more of its history between it and the notes you gave me? I'll keep you informed, of course and if I don't know, father might" then "As for Dagmar, well, Symon I...I think my being pregnant doesn't agree with Dagmar. It's not her fault. She's had a hard life, but I worry she thinks she's being replaced, or at least pushed aside. I don't know how to convince her I would choose her again and I have a lot of room in my heart for more than one. I guess what I' msaying is, it's not you she's upset about."

He nods a little. "Yeah. I guess there's nothing that can be done to convince her other than actually DOING things right after the baby arrives." He then quickly adds, "Not that I don't think you will. But sometimes seeing is believing, I guess." He sips at the cold cup of tea, thinking. "Maybe... it's early, yeah, and I'm sure babies need a lot of attention. But once it's, uh. Y'know, stable?" His cheeks are a slight mottled purple. "You could have like, a regular Dagmar-parent day. Ladies love babies, don't they? I bet you can get someone to watch it one night a month - at least- and go out with just Dagmar, or stay in with her. That might be something to help."

A pause, and he quickly adds, "Maybe not Ann Marie though. Last thing I need is her getting ideas."

"YOu.. oh my" Tove covers her lips

"What?" He glances up at her, hands wrapped around the tea cup.

"Just.. well, I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't thinking about it all ready" Tove says "I'm not in the boggan gossip chain, but I know those who are and she does talk to me. With Jonas being so helpful she's actually getting a bit more free time."

His face darkens into a scowl, though it is mostly hidden as he leans over to pour more tea into his cup, lanks of hair masking his expression. "She doesn't need him butting into her business."