#ccsemberclub

She takes the coffee back, "I'm not sure magic of this power can be analyzed without risking undoing them."

"Well, if that's the way the cookie crumbles....."

He's smirking.

But curious, "You realize Zara probably wanted us to try them?"

"Oh, she may have done, yes."

"Mm I almost feel like we're cheating her. Who do you think needs a new perspective?"

"Hhhmmmm.....:

"We should probably hunt a bit far afield. I can think of some nobel-held freeholds in Pacifica, Willows, Apples...."

"You don't want to try one for yourself?" Curious.

"Good heavens, no." He chuckles. "I think I've been a boggan too long to go trying on new skins."

"Besides..." a bit absently, thinking "... it's a random choice, and my karma must be... very bad."

"You're worried you or I will become a sidhe?"

"Of course." Mild surprise she would ask. "Wouldn't you?"

"Not as much as you, except I worry I would turn to one and you'd resent me for it." A look at him, curious, "I bet you'd scare me as a satyr. in a good way" A smile ,"BUT... I would never force you to take any cookie..." A smirk "That you didn't want."

"I know." He responds with warmth. "And you -are- right, it's entirely possible that if either of us turned into a Sidhe, I would ... react badly. However, if you wish, you could use cantrip to make me a satyr. Although I suspect I would look unfortunately like the one from that Disney film."

"oh, Devito Satyr was cute!" A smile, "And I guess the point is it would be neat to see You with the gift of pan."

He blinks, startled at the idea. "Hm." He thinks it over. "Never occurred to me."

"But as it's random, even if Karma dosn't get you you might just turn into a sluagh or something." A slight wrinkle of her nose. "Fine folks, but not always the sexy"

"Flexible." he notes.

"Oo." A pause "How long will those stay good?"

He sighs, frowning. "That... is unknown. Zara imagined perhaps the weekend, saying the world was cold. Which was why I hid them in the Firnost kitchen. Warmer on a number of levels, there."

"I do not ... know.... that they will last till Samhain."

A bit of her bottom lip, "Let's think on it, but I feel that they won't. We can wait a day or two and muse it over. Maybe will drop them into some sidhe nobles mouths and see how they handle the new insights. Maybe we'll take them ourselves and risk karma. Heck, maybe we'll slip them to folks on the run from nobles to allow them to use them as day long perfect cover."

A fond smile. "I knew you think think of something."

"Oh, which one did you like?" Amused.

"Well, I still don't think it is wise to tempt fate, at least in my case, but the first and third ideas seemed to have strong merit."

"Then we'll peek around for the best targets for either." She kisses him, "Like I said, I won't make you nibble any cookie you don't want to." Wicked smile, "But...it's late. And I think we should celebrate that two rather arrogant Noble Houses...yes, I realize 'is there any other kind?' is on your lips... have just been shut out of a balefire. "

A not too subtle glance towards the bedroom

He chuckles. "It... is... just... TOO ... funny." He laughs, and stands, offering his hand to her.

She takes his hand and giggles again.

"Oh! Did I mention that one Loksyr was the Aesin that lost to the DeBuke?"

OOC I think?

OOC: Yup.

He leads her to the stairs.

BIC: 'the same Loksyr that ..." A purr of pleasure. "You did not. Yes, let's..let's go to bed."

He's grinning as they head up. "The very same one. Zara was practically incandescent with it."

"That means she had something to do with it... interesting. Kitten's claws are growing. " Approving, and they disappear into the halls on their way to the boudoir.

... to sleep.

Eventually.

(end scene)