#debukefarmhold

"No takes-backsies?"

"Not a one," The sweet lady says.

"This is a lovely shade of yellow."

"Well, you might want to shower before you change," She suggest./ Clem agrees, "Go on, shower up and try them on, we'll make em fit a bit better after if we can."

"I'm Eloise by the way," the troll kinain says.

Her eyes widen. "Yellow-Ees? You must REALLY like it to put it in your name."

"I do like Sunflowers," Miss Eloise nods , "But I use them in moderation. Don't want to blind the sluagh."

She laughs. "Could you imagine a sluagh here? Oh, they'd blend right in with the corn stalks. Do you know Baba Bianca? She's my friend, she gets all the tuppences."

"Matter of fact," Eloise blushes just a bit "I have a gentelman caller who is a sluagh. He's very nice. And I've not have the pleasure of Baba's acquaintance."

"How IS Mr. DeVere?" Clem inquires of Eloise. / "Quite nice , as I said," Eloise says, blushing like a woman her age is not supposed to do.

Another little trill of song - "Feed the birds" from Mary Poppins.

"She's from home. I'll see her tomorrow, I always see her on Fridays."

"Oh, I think I have just the thing hold on..." Eloise says, and heads off surprising Clem.

Clem arches a brow "What on earth?" She watches Eloise go, then says to Amity "Not sure what's going on with Aunt Eloise but let's see what she's got planned THEN you go shower and change."

"Is everybody an Auntcle?" A pause. "Unct?" Brow furrow. "Aunct?"

Huff! "Nibling is right there!"

"This is a grave injustice."

"I will put up a suggestion box," Clem says somberly.

"Ooo! Can it have those wee little pencils?" She holds up a hand, holding index finger and thumb a few inches apart to indicate size.

"Crayons we have if you mean that," Clem smiles "But I think we've got color pencils some where too now that you ask."

Eloise returns, and is speaking as she approaches, "I got these for my daughter in law, at least that's how I see her, Zara. But it came the wrong color.. so I had another one ordered that was her color. Maybe you'll like this since it was just waiting around?" And she presents... a parasol, "It's not Mary Poppins level of magic, but with a bit of imagination?"

"A bumbershoot!"

"You have a very good vocabulary," Eloise nods "My son is like that."

Clem nods "Her dad says she never forgets a thing. And sometimes that backfires on him."

"I hate it." She declares, even as she takes it with another undercurrent of birdcall - her trills and coos seem to originate somewhere other than her vocal cords, bubbling up even when speaking.

Eloise chuckles "Well, it's yours now. You've helped me free up some space, so thank you."

Amity 'walks' an invisible tightrope, using the parasol for balance.

"I'm VERY helpful. It's in a boggan's nature."

Clem ahems "Why don't you tight rope over to a shower so we can try those clothes on your CLEAN and dry body?"

An agreeable trill, and she follows the imagined wire towards the barn door.

Eloise and Clem watch her go, and whisper among themselves.

(There is, of course, the point where the line "bows" and she has to wheel her arms and flap her wings for balance - looking over her shoulder after she "recovers" to see how the grown-ups reacted)

Clem being a troll looked worried, then relieved. Eloise 'claps' as she should for such daring do!

But soon, well, shower (or a bird bath), toweling, and trying on of clothes!

(Fade to fashion n Fitting!)