#bergen_county

True to his word, Sir Carowyn has called ahead and made a reservation to the motel, even as Julius rides in the passenger, when it is over he says "Yes, a hot tub confirmed. "

"This is very gracious of you - rather, of the Baroness. I admit, she is not what I expected."

"She is a most impressive individual, but I am curious, what did you expect?"

"A lady of my acquaintance advised she had heard that the countess was fond of flattery and I wouldst do well to compliment her appearance and lovliness..." And then he groans. "And I am twice a fool. Bluebell, you minx."

"Would bluebell, perchance, be a Pooka?"

A sigh, and a nod. "She is, though not literally a minx. She has the loveliest long ears and this little powder puff of a tail! Oh, I didn't think she was still sore about me forgetting her name day. Mayhaps there is some souvenier I might bring her to make amends."

"A souviner from the area perhaps, to show that even when traveling you think of her? Depending on her tastes, even a snow globe with local touch might be enough. Does she work for Baron Aidenn Lowell ap Ailil as well?"

"She would say she is a flower of the court, though that may just be her playing with her name. She does liven things, and knows where to point her jests. Why she actually made the Baron smile, and that's a rare trick."

"Then no doubt she understands, even if she will not admit to understanding, that you're just trying to do the task rendered unto you. "

A grateful smile over to Carowyn. "I'll have to see if I can find something with flowers on it, if not actually bluebells. She's a tricky sort to understand, but very sweet."

"I do not claim to understand women, but in my experience, they , like anyone, don't want to be discounted, or taken for granted. It sounds like you don't do that already. i suspect in your own time you'll please her."

They pull up to the motel "The mortals of this motel are good folk, Sir Frank and I check on them from time to time. "

"Thank you again, Sir Carowyn. And don't worry, I'm not the sort to play foul by mortal folk, even if there wasn't a liam influence." He says. "Not that I'll have much energy for anything other than falling asleep in a tub or ordering a pizza." A tired smile, and he offers a card. "Here is my contact info, for the Dame. "

He takes it, Kens it, then says "Thank you."

Sir Carowyn offers a spare mask "For your use, it's untouched by anyone else. Room 207. Would you like me to go in with you, or just get the confirmation number?"

"I can take it from here. To be honest, I'm headed straight for the tub, and you don't seem the sort eager to get a glimpse of my furry behind." A chuckle, rather more relaxed now that he is 'off duty'.

A soft laugh at that, and he writes down the confirmation number "Where I so inclined I'm sure I'd be most tempted by such a fit fellow, but no. I am seeing a lady She's..rather complex herself at times and I think I am outmatched in will and wiles alike. Yet this doesn't alarm me" He hands the number over "Good luck with Bluebell"

"Ay, and you with yours. Sweet dreams..." A sigh, and he heads to his room. Hopefully, to dreams of Bluebell.

The liam drives off a bit, then looks over the contact info. A worried look on his features.

Name, mobile phone number, simple enough.

And no glamour?

No glamour!

A frown nevertheless and he drives on. back to the lodge.

Inside, Julius finds a rather nice room, and a hot tub that can fit at least two persons.

And true to his word, he sinks in for a long soak, and ready to relax and await a response.

(End Scene)