#debukefarmhold

In the safety of the Debuke Farmhold, Connor sits near Tove and broods a bit. He’s not much of a brooder, but he can try. Mouth down turned and a bit of a sigh.

Jack Flap sighs "This sucks"

"Now kids," Tove says "It's hard I know, you want to help. But this is making those we love feel better knowing we're safe"

Lydia humphs. The kinian satyress sighs "Why isn't Lily here?"

Connor siiighs again. “What good is having a squire if you can’t let them squire for you? I should be helping.”

"You are helping. YOu're watching out for the littler kids"

“I wish I was looking out for my knight.” He sits up a bit. “I don’t mind though. I bet we’re having more fun here.”

CJ reaches for Connor!

"Oh CJ is glad you're here"

He beams, suddenly all smiles. “CJ stands for Connor Jr, so he has to make sure I’m around to look up to.”

Tove chuckles

“Miss Tove? Connor asks, wiggling a finger in front of CJ n case he wants to grab. “Can you watch me make a phone call?”

"Who are you calling, if I might inquire?" She says

“Maybe help? Or maybe just let them know I’m not home.” He tilts his head to one side. “But I might need a translator.”

"I see. What can I do?" She joggles CJ lightly

He leans against Tove’s legs and taps on his watch, the small screen lighting up and chiming melodically. It’s fancy. Tilted so that Tove can see the screen but with his own face in the camera angle, he waits as it rings. Brrrrrrr. Brrrrrr. Brrrrrr.

It seems about to go to voicemail, when it clicks, and a cultured, female voice sounds on the speaker. “Candace speaking.” And a pause, that practically says, “and you, with the audacity, would be?

Tove's eyes widen

“Auntie Candy, it’s your most favorite nephew.” He offers. “I called you on my present. Um. How are you?”

There is a bit of silence as she digests the nickname. “I’m afraid it is an unfortunate time. I’m in the middle of having my nails done. Thank goodness for hands free.” A pause, and she adds, “Was there something you needed? Speak freely if you please. The girls here are my personal stylists.”

"Candy, this is Tove King. Your nephew just wanted you to know that he's currently staying with the DeBukes and he's quite well."

His tail wags as Tove speaks up. “Quite well, and I didn’t eat any poisoned apples or pork Chops or dart guns or anything even. So we’re all safe.”

“Is that so?” She sound intrigued now, at least a bit. “Ms. King, do you care to elaborate on this? A jest, perhaps?”

"I am not at liberty to go into too many details, Candace, but he is safe."

“There were bad guys who tried to hurt us. They hurt a smart brown dog and a smarter monkey who wasn’t smart enough. They tried to hurt the horses but they weren’t having none of it.” Connor adds.

“Oh, you poor dear. Dogs and rodents and horses.” The sidhe comments, then- “No, you twit! The pearlescent finish!” She snaps suddenly, but then her voice is sweet again.

“Was that all, dear?”

Tove raises a brow at the snap

“Um. Well. There are a lot of bad guys. And they are dangerous. And I’m only ONE small squire. So I thought... maybe...?” Connor trails off.

“Yes?” She responds. “Do get to the point, child, my nails will need the drying light soon.”

“...maybe... someone could... um. Help?” He gives Tove a glance, but then focuses on the little blinking light.

Tove gives Connor a look, then speaks "Candace, I'm sorry if this is at a bad time. I'll have Dame Dagmar contact you sometime in the future about now current events if you like. "

“How sweet of you.” Calanthe responds in a saccharine tone to Tove. “Listen, Connor, dear. It’s lovely hearing from you. But do recall that I am very busy. And this does not sound like something that would be my concern. Now, kiss kiss, and do be a good boy.” Kind, but disinterested, and she disconnects.

Connor looks at the little red light, and then covers his watch with his hand silently, sliding it into a pocket.

"Connor. I know it's hard for people to always get what you mean but... I'm not sure this was the sort of thing we were supposed to call non lodge folks about without the Chief saying so" Gently

He just nods silently, not making eye contact, as he scuffs a foot lightly on the ground. “It’s okay. I didn’t tell any secrets, I just wanted to see if someone wanted to help out. But it’s okay. She was busy.”

"Yes, but we can't ask them for help without politics getting in the way. You see?"

Tove says "And Maybe I should apologize to you. I know you wanted me to say more than I did, but I couldn't tell you my concerns at that time"

Connor reaches over to pat Tove on the leg and gives her a bright smile. "It's okay! I just wanted to check, after all. And now I know." Cheerful tone. "It's all cool as cucumbers."

Mmm she wonders if that means i's all terrible "You know, I could use some help with a song... it's about Dogmar Hambonegnaw, and his battle against the brussel sprout"

His head tilts to one side, and ears flop. "I don't know the words, but I can howl along?"

She smiles and sings to him a delightfully silly song about a knight who refuses to eat bruseel sprouts.. making it sound like QUITE the showdown. And while no satyr with gift of pan, the skald knows her music and how to lift moods

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