#ccsemberclub

CC looks over her notes, her collection of contacts she keeps fresh.

"SIlverwolf? Really? "

"Mm?" He peers over.

"More details from the fall out at Rivervale" She says "The Wayburtons have shared some knowledge. And other sources checked. Here. I wrote it down for you." Her penmanship is flashy but tight

Much like herself!

He takes the papers and reads.

An eyebrow "Ailil hold??"

Oh what a report! Animals poisoned (Amateur work!), Dreamers endangered (Liams stopped it) , Mortal relations threatened (And protected), Gwydion outrage! Daireann Vengeance! Balor Plotting! Ailil hold used for dueling... the whole she bang

Well, not the hold proper, an area near it

"Silverwolf, apparently the lord there is into breeding horses and dogs and birds but otherwise isn't a factor. Or at least, isn't normally"

"Hmmph."

"Sloppy." he tuts "Poorly researched and sloppy."

"Obviously, the Daireann was meant to fail. The interesting part is what happened behind the scenes. The pennons goes missing, Hemlock supports ANOTHER Daireann... this is NOT the Chieftain's way of doing things. "

"The Sidhe imposing. Again."

"Wait, do you mean the Daireann was meant to fail, or that the Daireann -meant- to fail?"

"They're a proud house... I can't imagine this Gildas MEANT To fail, knowingly, so I'm thinking was meant to fail. Mmm" She ponders "This Balor Countess, she's trying to salvage the Balor losses, and she's been clever at it. But this time she got out played. By... Hemlock? No that doesn't fit. "

"It does -not-."

"So either this Lady Kenna, who just got the hold or..." A brow "Or this Varich girl. But why didn't she take the hold for herself? "

" 'Take.' " he grouses.

"You know what I mean, dear. " She pats his hand to show some sympathy

"More pertinently, I think, how do we liberate the hold? However, I'm not in that business anymore."

"I think liberating the Daireann hold ... this Lady Kenna's might be too small potattoes. Now, taking down this Countess... that would be a REAL Blow to the Balor"

Then she blushes "And of course not, honey I just ah.. thought you'd like to be in the loop"

He pouts at her.

"Oh don't do that" she says melting a bit "I feel like i've kicked a shar pei puppy

"

Then he chuckles. "Should I be complimented by the comparison?"

"Let's say yes" A wink

"Of course, of course I'd like to take down that snake.... but that's a commitment of resources I no longer have at hand. So."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I am NOT Trying to tease or provoke you" She assures

He smirks. "At least, not like that."

A chuckle "No, trying to provoke you would be telling you that your pasta last night was... adequette"

"HA!" even as he bristles "I thought you liked vodka sauce."

"When it's QUALITY Vodka" Oh she's taunting

"Q.... quality?!?!" he sputters.

"I'm just saying Canadian Vodka is..well, niiice. just.. nice"

"But really, if it's not from Russia, or at least Poland..."

"It -was- Russian, what do you take me for!"

"Tasted like Canadian Vodka to me. Polite, watered down, a bit passive aggressive"

He fumes at her; yes, he knows what she's doing but she does it so well!

"Guess we'll just have to have a cook off for lunch to see whos more on their game. Shall we make liquors a requirement component?" challenging

He smirks again. "I wouldn't want to put you at an unfair disadvantage, Dearest. Jellies and jams are one thing, the occasional biscuit, but ....."

Ooooo... good counter dig , her hoof taps on the floor "Biscuit? You almost plant yourself face first in my meatloaf last week and you're now thinking I'm at Biscuit level. Ohh the game is on, love kracken. "

"Tsk. You treat it like a game, you will lose, Dearest. And, I was famished last week."

"A wager then?"

"I suppose; what do you have to lose?"

"mmmm if I win, you let me hire a professional plumber for that sink instead of doing it yourself"

An eyebrow. "I -can- fix it."

"IF you win, you get to." she says dimpling

"AND....." he adds to the stakes ".... If I win, you take a wait-shift at the Club." He smirks.