#brightwindsbarony

Little joe takes it then hands it over to Grete

And she reaches up - standing if she must on the broad shoulders - and places it carefully atop the tree. "There we go!"

"Perfect!"

"Whoop" The owl says

"Please, sit by the fire. I'll bring you something to drink - cocoa? wassail? buttered rum?"

Abd Grete is set down gentle

She takes one of Joe's hands in her own. "Cocoa for me. Mister Little Joe?" She looks up.

"What's a wassail? That sounds like a type of bird."

Joe is trapped by kid hand, but accepts it "yes. Cocoa is fine"

"I'm one 32nd Wassail on my mother's side" Stew declares

"It is spicy hot apple cider."

"I'll be right back with cocoa, you two go sit. Maybe later you can decorate cookies?" That hopeful note of osmeone who wants a person to see something special!

Once she flutters off, Grete whispers up to Little Joe. "Did she pass?"

A nod soft an easy

"Pass what?" Felicity asks

The Eiluned Girl has damn good ears. As if she's used to spying on Slaugh wilders and their troll sidekicks on quessts

Grete gives her a level look. “Something Lirtle Joe and I were discussing.”

"I know that..."She says primly

Catir says "its rude to eeaves drop, Felicty"

"I'm just trying to learn" Felicity says

Sparrow returns with two mugs - gussied up! Whipped cream, sprinkles, a drizzle of hershey's syrup & a candy cane for the troll. For Grete, the whipped cream very carefully supports a few pieces of green and red rock candy.

Little Joe sniffs his, kenning it

Sneaky sidhe. There's a dollop of glamour in there.

He gives the Baroness a looong look

Then, for some reason, he shows it to Grete

She sniffs it too... and kenns, and gives him a small smile and nod. And shows him her own! "Look... it looks like little crystals!"

Sparrow is already off - helping the twins hang garlands!

And to the Baroness... oops, she's off already. But when Sparrow glances back, Grete has a whipped cream mustache and a grin.

"Like the crystals." A look at Grete "the old baron would not give os his own glamour, would he?"

She snorts, then realizes that wasn't an answer. "He wouldn't cross the road to spit on someone if they were on fire."

A definite nod at that, and he drinks

Sluuuuurp!

"She seems... fun." A question as she looks up at Little Joe. "Didn't know sidhe had that in them. I thought when they looked happy, it means "oh no" for someone else."

Sparrow, Ashlee and Stu are decorating cookies.

Irene and Caitir are coaxed to join in. Maybe Felicity will try!

Catir joins in and guides the the others "It's fun. I've done this before"

"There's candy eyes, too..." Lots of muffin tins with decorating options, as well as the not-tasty-but-pretty silver and gold balls, and shakers of sprinkles...

HOpe watches all this, looks to Catir curiously, then back to SParrow

"There aren't rules about what your cookies need to look like."

Indeed, her tree is getting googly eyes and a squiggle mouth!

"I like to use mmy House Colors. DArk Chocolate and silver sprinkles would work well for Eiluned I bet, Felicity"

That from Catir

"We have star shaped ones!"

"Well, I supposed"

Slurping her Cocoa, she watches Sparrow. An Eilunid may be sly and innocuous. Grete tries not to be obvious, but she isn't especially... discrete.

And soon she's making a star shaped one.

And that's when Redfang comes up "We have visitors"

"We do?" She offers the grump a cookie - a rainbow polka-dotted reindeer.

"Well, thank you. Merry Yule. Yes, it would appear you have Carolers" He says "the locals got your invitation from Sir Morthwyl"

"Oh, yay! Hope, we're well stocked on wassail, right?" She bounces, her feathers fluffing out. The stewart has likely already figured out that her liege's wings are an accurate mood thermometer.