#ccsemberclub

"So?" CC asks. "how was the trip to the farm?" She says taking his coat

He gives her his coat and a very nice kiss. VERY nice. Did something get his motor running, or is it just the season? "Productive, I think. Chief Clem is unseasonably direct." he smirks.

"Un..seasonably? Do go on" She enjoyed the kiss

"Callidora, I'd swear she is Unseelie."

"There is something so.... deliciously rebellious about her."

"Oh goodness.. " A chuckle "Oh the farm must be horrified. They now accept Unseelie members, but their Chief??"

A sigh. "Prejudice is an ugly thing." he says without irony "She is declining some opportunities to keep the peace. Pity."

"Mmm? " Curious and asking for details "Wait, is that pie?"

"From Hearth Agnes! Not as desirable as your pie, of course, but a kind gesture."

"Ooo tha's gonnna be 20 minutes on the stairmaser, but worth it. She's good," She finds a place for the pie "now what's his about Clem declining keeping the peace?"

"Oh, her paramour is off on a quest. Isuggested that, as she admitted they were not formally attached, she might see appropriate company for the holiday and the good of the farm. She declined. Said she planned to spend the holida with family."

A lauggh "Oh my. Mid riff Clem. Darling, she's goinng to sneak off and have some fun, just not on Beltaine.." A thought "mm " her eyes light up "MMM"

EYEBROW. "Yeeeesssss?"

"Callidora....." a stern tone "Dearest, you have -enough- grandchildren for now."

A laugh "No no, not Caesar... but why not have two or three fellows show up on Beltaine, or women.. modernest we like... see if something clicks? "

"Show up.... at the Farm? The DeBukes are a bit defensive about visitors."

"I know, but it beinng Beltaine... they kind of are obligated." She ponders "Who to send who to send? Clearly at least some of them fall to Satyr charms. Eshu are expected to love them and leave them"

"Do you know anything about this Cad.... Cadman?"

"Cadman of thyle, some troll lodge in the dreaming I guess? Oh he's a cutie, a warrior poet sort. I've seen him and Clem together...she likes his strut. I think he's onn the seelie side. I can' say he's not attractive"

"Do we know anyone similar? Physically, temprementally, creatively?"

"I kind of figured you had a list of people... your kith is super connected" She reminds , then says "I might know one or two"

"Mmmm. Yes, Ican think of a few Ican reach out to."

A thoughtful pause "I might have ... tipped my hand just a touch. To Clem."

"Mmm she's not dim, our girl"

"Use me as an excuse? Everyone knows I'm not afraid to meddle"

He chuckles. "If I must, I will. I'll endeavour not to need to, though."

"This is fun.. ..let's seed at least three in there. "

"Hmmmn..... there is at least one wilder in Rivervale that might suit. A Thane of many years service." He ponders "I wonder if Baroness Lundy might have someone. Oh, delicious thought, do you think we could sneak an elf in there???"

"Oh goodness not easily and WHY would we?"

"Imagine the aftermath...." with wistful longing.

"THAT one they'll be sure to follow up on. Let's no push it."

"Very well." He agrees, but with a little pout.

"Besides, do you really wannt to give some noble a chance to seduce some of the stupider DeBukes?"

"We were speaking of -Clem.-" hardly a stupid DeBuke.

"True, but the others will be around. Save itt for Samhain maybe.. memories obscured, and trolls feelingg less nice"

"Alright." Mollified "Whom did -you- have in mind?"

"Which Thane did you have in mind?" She asks

"Tit."

"Tig? Oh right.. Lut and Tig"

"You know, I think he does. Lug, or something."

"Yes!"

"Sounds good to me" She smiles

"If not an elf, is there anyone you can think of at Lundy's?"

"Mmm the troll I know best at Lundy's there is warrior but no poet"

((Clarify?))

"So only half what might be her 'type' then again, if she's unseelie... maybe she's more flexible."

"One can only hope and dream." With a smirk.

"Want her for yourself?" Amused

"I tried." With a sigh.

"Sorry love, not everyone knows what a Love Kraken you are like I do" A kiss