#bergen_county

Olgar blinks then realizes this is pooka talk, "Well, you put me in a pickle. Part of me wnats to chastise you about sterotyping piskies, but you didn't SAY Piskies... which means I'm the one sterotyping if I go with that assumption. Freaking humbling is what it is. BUT I did hear your dad was a piskie so that is why I'm assuming you might mean that kith , not just the ugly type casting. We got a few but I think most piskeys lean sunny side. THAT said, we have a sticky fingered sluagh, a pooka who doesn't respect private property, and at I'm not sure if you call random objects being eaten by a redcap THEFT Or not... but there you go."

"What happened to them?"

"They're all fine, working on their happily ever after. Heck, one Unseelie troll ended up in a positon of respect and authority with a really hot wife and a loving daughter, not that bastard deserved it, but hey, justice is often a matter of point of view anwyay" A smug look.

"Will, you need to agree on it. If there's a holdout, is it really just-us?"

"That's why juries hafta be unanimous."

"It's okay if you tango while the rest of the crowd is waltzing, kid. At least here." Olgar shrugs and seems to be tinkering on and off with something in the kitchen. a smell... popcorn?

"Some places..." She hesitates.

"Anyways, I like to macarena."

"You know the golden oldies then," he says but grunts "This ain't one of the some places kid. My wife, the Chief now, she makes sure no one goes hungry no matter their court. "

She stands, balanced at the edge of the eave. "Catch?"

"Sure thing" He holds out his arms so she can land on the muscled things like a lower swing set at HER choosing.

She hops down, grabbing and swinging on his arm like it's a tree branch, before nimbly dropping to the ground. "Ta-da!"

"I can do a headstand, wanna see?"

He clearly has not lost his skills at acting as a gym set for little girls . Fatherhood teaches you shit like that, "Nice, Silver Star. And sure, while you do that, should I have butter on my popcorn?"

"And pepper flakes!" She can, in fact, do a handstand, though it's a bit gyroscopic.

"Huh... my daughter was a cheerleader for a bit. She can give you tips if you want to learn how to do that from a pro. Her name's Sylvi." He prepares some popcorn and puts butter on it, with red pepper flakes on the side in case that was desired... also a bit of unhealthy white cheddar powder, again on the side.

She tips over, but the tumble-roll that follows lands her safely enough on her butt. "Ta-da!"

She bounces to her feet and heads over to investigate the snacks. "This might not be safe. It should be inspected first."

"You're very brave, thank you. Sometimes ...we trolls need defending from the small things, like snacks," He admits.

Mostly popcorn with various options. Unlike his wife, he can be a microwave and hand food kind of guy rather than get fancy.

But it is possible he figures pigeons like popcorn and so do kids.

Echo sits nearby and waits. He must not beg. He is a dog of the Silverwolf kennels and now the Rivervale Lodge. He shall hold!

droool a bit ,but hold.

She holds out a kernel over Echo's nose.

"Inspection?"

Echo looks over at Olgar with HOPE in his canine eyes. Olgar says "We're not supposed to spoil him, but if you make him do a trick for it, it's all fair. He sits, he fetches, and he plays dead among others."

At that, Echo wags and waits a command so he may earn his snack!

"Up?"

"We chose not to have a dog at home, in the apartment. Never wanted one, you know."

He bounds up in an impressive jump, BIG dog, then lands... if she flcks the food at him he catches it before it can hit the ground.

He in this case is Echo, not Olgar. Only Kerri can get Olgar to do that.

"Good boy!"

"And you don't even have wings!"

"Yeah? Well, if you ever get a dog of your own for your new place, I'm sure you'll find more room around here for that, but in the mean time, if you ever decide you want to pet some dogs, Edwelwiess and Echo live here and you can visit them and play with them a bit when they're not on duty. They'd like the visit."

"We've got a whole house now. And a yard."

"Mmph," A nod "Gonna put the pressure on your mom and dad huh? As a parent myself i should take tehir side, but..." he lowers his voice "But between us, you're a kid in a new house, and your parents want you to love it. Now's the time to press for a good pet if ever there was."

"Well, I mean... what if something happens?"

"It's an awful lot finding room for everyone as is."

"Maybe a smaller pooch than Echo then?" He advises, "But you didn't hear it from me."

"Do you get tornados?"

"More of a Willows and Grass thing than Apples. We can get heck of big Noreasters and blizards though. Now Chimerical storms come in, but we haven't had a Chimerical Twister since the last time Wicked was playing near Caer Falken."

"Our house was in that movie."

"Tell me it didn't land on anyone?" He munches some popcorn .

"What if they were very wicked?"

He winces "Hide the shoes, get a lawyer, that's my advice."

Her head tilts, as if listening to something Olgar can't hear.

Echo tilts his head, perhaps he hears, maybe he just joins in to be pack like. / Olgar asks "YOur mom calling you? I can send Echo as an escort part way."

"You can!?"

"Well on the ground anyway... Echo, escort her as far as you're allowed." He orders. Echo immeditely moves to her side ready to go.

Echo can go pretty far, and soon she is on her way protected from Skywolves and for that matter most acts of god or nature.