#bergen_county

An affectionate, if long suffering, sigh.

"Mom has peaches at home."

"That sounds safer," Brekke agrees.

She offers to help chop the chimeric plant if Dagmar requires.

Snow looks up at the Fly trap gigantus, and says "Oh look, oranges!" Indeed, the fake apples have turned to fake oranges

"Snow."

"Learn to check," Brekke warns.

Snow looks contrite

Well, for about five seconds

And one chop does it, the monkey trap plant shudders... and breaks

"Thanks, Chief."

(Int plus KEnning or Survival)

((Don't have her sheet on me, so guessing...))

/roll 7

((Drat.))

/roll 5

Chimera can often be brokein into useful parts... and as it died while creating oranges... it looks like it's corpses is now full of real chimerical oranges

And Dagmar realizes this

"The oranges might be safe now..."

Snow delights and dives in

"FRUIIIT!"

Oh yeah, lesson learned

A brow, and she shakes her head. "She will not learn." Then a nod to Dagmar. "Good eyes."

"I guess she wouldn't be Snow, otherwise. There's a kind of purity about it."

"Dozens of oranges, friends! There's one for you, and you" She hans them over "And these for me"

"That is true."

Brekke somberly accepts the gift of an orange. "My thanks."

"Very generous of you, Snow."

"Yes, Snow IS generous. But it is fruit. It is meant for all... mostly monkeys" She carries twelve oranges with her "The census goes well, yes yes?"

"Add 12 oranges to that census," Brekke quips straight-faced.

"GOOD Census" Snow approves!

"Noted, Chief."

"Snow, you can ride pillion. There's room in the saddlebags."

A thought. "Snow, have you seen any other unfamiliar chimera recently?"

Snow hops up there and then drops organges, goes down, gets them again and gets up "Oh yes. Snow has seen new ones. They do not like fruit as much as Snow. Sad sad for them, good good for snow"

"What are they like?"

"the poor little burning bird, that boy, Jimbo? He has it. " Then she says "And there is the Gemjays... oh such fuss ... pretty but not as pretty as fruit colors. ..."

"Besides Birds, there is the Troll Moose thing. " Speaking of what they saw already "And the squirel of many tails"

"Burning bird? A phoenix?"

A brow. "I wonder if any of these are May's."

"Maybe? It is small, like a hungry chick.. and it does not get big"

A frown. "You should check with him, Dagmar. Snow, where did you see the squirrel of many tales?"

"Jimmy's at least a safe place, I think."

"THat way" She points

"The squirrel sounds cute."

"And nuts aren't fruit."

Brekke looks in that direction.