#ccsemberclub

He settles next to her and relates Clem's visit.

"..... and that the Mountain might visit sooner rather than later."

"ooopse" The flower make her laugh softly "Oh my. Sounds like she was distracted by more than that and what she told you. I Wonder what else is in her thoughts?"

"An interesting question. Should I look into it?"

"Mmm I see pros and cons. Biggest pro I know you like sharpening your skills. Biggest con? Trolls and you." A wink "How about we wait until after the mountain visits?"

"That will do." He agrees. "Eventually, we'll visit them again; perhaps this Agnes and I can get to know each other better."

"Careful, their hearths strike me as the ones most on the ball with social skills"

"Mmm...." A wicked grin.

A smirk "Or I could be encouraging you instead" A shake of her head

He tuts. "If you rather, -you- make Agnes's acquaintance and I will watch." A light leer.

"Please... if anything I'd seduce their mountain for you."

"And what has he done for me that you should reward him so?" Not without humor.

"Ha. I adore you" She leans against him. "it would be more the challenge I suppose."

"You enjoy those." He observes, snuggling her in. "Troll, though."

"Yes." She admits "SOmetimes more trouble than they're worth"

"Well. As I said to Miss Clem, satyrs are not monogamous, as a rule, and trolls can tend to be. Could be some conflict over that."

"Ah yes. I've been working on April... maybe if I can get her to be a hedonist.. well, part hedonist, she'll find herself a happier match with Caesar"

"I think you might have some success there. May moreso, if she can get over a few trust issues."

"I want her to be happy" She says "happy her, happier kid"

"Agreed." Firmly. "Happier her, and her, and her.... happier kids."

CC's eyes sparkle happily "And who knows how many grand children there will be. "

He chuckles. "Greedy thing." with fond approval.

"I am I so am" She says "I'm already making a name list I play to slip into their mothers' subconsciousness subliminally"

"Mmm? What are your favorites, then?"

"Well, of course, greek names are big for satyrs... but I have a few jazz musician names I want to slip in there.. Ornette, Ella... I think it's time we tried Sinatra as a first name for some lucky boy."

"Sinatra? Well.... "

"Too much?"

"A bit." Gently. "ALthough I don't recommend Frank, either." Chuckle.

She laughs "How about Dean or Martin? He was the nicer guy anyway"

"Ah, well.... I found it best to stay... fluid, in my identities. One name much like the other."

"I noticed.. I've been tempted to make up the WORST names for you I can think of whenver we go out disguise. "

"Really? And here I thought I made a good effort at the same goal." Delighted. "Feel free, Dearest."

'You think I didn't notice? really? Gertrude... Thelma.." elbow

He chuckles, well-padded against such assaults.

"-You- came up with 'Bambie.'" He points out in his own defense.

"Well, of course, fit the role. You know how hard it is to play a sexpot saddled with a name like Bertha?"

"Ah, but the secret of your arts and talents is that you -are- a sexpot, no matter what name you're using." Kiss.

"It's why I went into singing instead of acting" Returned kiss "I'm just so transparent."

"You are very good at both."

"So! I suppose we should keep our eyes out for any male troll farmers who visit with a certain amount of gravitas."

" I suppose you should" A smile "By now , we can both place an Iowa accent"

"I think so. But you say me, and not we?"

"Oh.. that's because I know what he looks like" She nods

"You do!?" Startled, he sits up. "Dearest, when and how. And what -does- he look like?"

"He's been at firnost.. I have spied in Firnost" A smile

"And did you let him see you?"

"no." she says "Not in this form"

"Excellent. I do like to keep some advantages. So. Who am I looking for?"

"A tall man, robust, fit, in better shape than a man in his apparent 60s or 70s should be...but his face is weathered. He seems to have a likable sort of rugged face, when at peace anyway. He has a white beard and would make a good santa if he were more rotund. His eyes are very similar in color to Clems"

William nods, committing the description to memory.