#bergen_county

"Mm." She nods thoughtfully. "Walk with me, I must return to tending our steeds." She heads off in that direction. After a couple of steps, she says, "Not all trolls appreciate the same gifts, you know."

She walks, staying a step behind and off to one side. "Redcaps like to eat. Sidhe like to boss people. Trolls like guarding shit." She says, relating the obvious. "I guessed weapons. They like weapons, but what do you do when they already GOT 'em? Like keen little axes and big fuggoff hammers and spears with feathers on 'em and shit?"

"Hm. Places to keep weapons. Tools for cleaning and maintaining weapons." A glance at the redcap. "A good gift suits the one who is receiving it. But the best gift also has some element of the giver, so the recipient will think of that person when using the gift."

A snort. "No one wants to think of me." She ponders this, and guesses. "Unless you mean they'll feel guilty I got 'em something and then they have to get me a gift back?" Exploring this train of thought and looking a little more enthused.

Some puzzlement. "If it is somebody to whom you wish to give a gift, then likely that person wishes to think of you, as well."

"One of 'em already got me something. Or is, if she don't change her mind before the booth guy buildsh it." A little unsure there. "But it'sh not rocket schience." Gnashing her teeth a bit more onto her braces. "Weapon stuff. I can figure that out."

"Yes. Or an item of decoration, if you know the person's taste or symbols."

"I dunno. Troll shit!" Looking uncomfortable now, and a little defensive. She's supposed to know these things? No one told her she was supposed to be a bloody detective. "It's not like I can go shnoop around NOW. We're only here for the day."

"Does the person care for an animal? Or if a member of a House, you could seek a house symbol." They have reached the Rivervale 'camp.' "I do not know if I can assist more."

A satyr boy waves at them

Jackflapbut he's out of earshot

Brekke waves back to him.

"I guess." She says reluctantly. This is turning out to be work. But at least she has some places to start. "Yeah, I guess you're off the hook. Thanks for nothin'." A small ding there, she does think she's gotten some ideas.

Brekke tries to hide a grin as she nods and says, "May you have luck."

Jackflap starts to trot closer . waving means they want you

A grunt, affirmative. Looking over at the Satyr. She could ask him... nah. Julius ain't done shit to get a present. And stomps back over towards the vendors.

"Chief, did you find ANOTHER girl? We might be full up" he warns "on girls I mean"

A glare back over her shoulder as she moves off. She ain't no GURL!

Brekke shakes her head, bemused. "Feeling outnumbered, Jack?"

"Well, the wildeers are mostly girls, but there's a lot of girls at the Farm school too. And Lilyis like THREE spooky girls in one. Sure, theree's the troll twins, but they like busy playing games like 'I can guard better than you' and that gets dull."

"I am glad we have such a variety, Jack, and that you are part of it."

She takes a look at the horses as the get close, and then checks the sky to gauge the hour.

Jack follows along chattering about the farm school and friends there and tachers who want to keep you..gasp INSIDE

(End Scene)

Tove sells her musical CD, midis and such, along side the wooden goods

And not just hers, for her daughter's wares are there.. and a few..ah sluagh made items on their own section

"Bitchin." Briar remarks from where she's looking up at the goat skull. She sniffs the air. "Too bad you can't shmell the blood anymore. It's just painted now." A little disapointed.

"Ah, but you can use your imagination" The rather pretty troll, almost a grump, says. "That's not my work by the way, but rather the work of a fine young Sluagh named Symon"

"Ish it true that they can turn their bones inside out, and swallow their eyes, and then open their mouths and look at you with eyes in their mouth?"

"I think if they go farther into the Dreaming, it's completely true. they can try it in the Autumn world but they're a danger of getting stuck" Tove says "I'm Tove King, by the way. Would I be right in guessing you'd like something ah. bad ass?"

She twists her expression into somewhat of what might be a pout on a less grumpy face. "No. I need presents." She says this like it's a nasty word. Looking around at the carved wooden stuff. "You got anything for someone who cooks all day? Like one of those dough schmashers, or like, I don't know. A shpoon?" Looking rather lost and annoyed. "Or maybe shomething carved like, with Indian shit?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I do have some big wooden spoons useful for cooking" She shows some , "Some simple, some with fancy carvings. And..well, I don't know about Indian shit, but I do have this.." She pulls out a wooden eagle hawk thing.. only with lightning bursting around it "This is a Thunderbird, from Indian legends. It's not my usual, but I already did birds. See the forked lightning pattern in the feathers? "

"Would a troll like it?" Looking it over. "The clawsh are cool. It's like - inshtant fried chicken."

Remnants of the thighs might be found.. but one will have to fight crows for them

CAW! CAW! MURDER! MURDER! Whether the chimerical crows are calling for help, or in pain, is unclear. MRRRRRRROW!

"Well, I'm told it's good..." She says "And I like it, and I'm a troll"

She sniffs. Apparently that's not enough these days. But it is pretty neat. Best to play it cool though. She shrugs, and looks over the cooking stuff. "I got this boggan. She cooks a lot." Brow furrowing a bit as she thinks. And she grows vegetables, and they ain't even bad 'cuz she cooks bacon on em, even if the cabbage gives you the farts real bad sometimes." A pause, she she grins wide and toothily. "They say that sidhe think they don't shtink, but they totally fart too. Jusht when they think no one is around."

A chuckle "Yes, I'm sure they think it smells like rosepetals and lavender. Mmm" She looks about "Well, I have a spice rack she might like. " She shows one with leaf patterns in the wood

"Do you have any schpices to go with it? Otherwise it's like, an empty box." Scratching at her head as she contemplates it.

"I know someone who sells spices that I trust" She says "You could buy the rack here and the spices there. "

A frown. What a pain in the ash - er, ass. But she thinks about Marigold in the kitchen - moving from the stove over to the far wall to dig into the drawer, then back again, only to taste, tsk, and turn around for another pinch of some weird dried leaves that somehow turns into flavor... and her cheeks flame, and she snaps at Tove as though the woman said something insulting. "FINE then! Even though that's TWO presents and it better count! But it better not cost a lot." She warns, and... hops a bit, as she tugs loose a boot and starts digging out crumpled bills she had hidden there.

"You must love this lady very much. Knowing that, she'll probably adore it because it's from you" Then she takes the money "Myrttle Anne's spice and herbs are only two spots down ..can't miss it"

The redcap colors a bit more and responds appropriately with a middle finger, though she doesn't quite make eye contact as she counts out the cash. "Coulda had a goat skull... or just bought a live goat...." And she stomps off to the next place.

And then groans. "See, HERE's the fuggin' boggan. I shoulda started here. It's a freakin' trick is what it is, to make you spend all your hard-earned cash." She complains to herself. (Well, someone worked hard for this money.)

Myrttle Anne looks over "trouble ? " She says

"No, just a long con." She gripes, and stares blankly over the bushels and baskets and bottles of herbs. "I need like...." She measures roughly. "Like, a foot of spices." Showing the width with her hands held apart.

"The good kind. For cooking with." Briar clarifies.