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"Pardon me, Miss T?' a voice speaks up

Brow. ("But I'm gonna be right here.")

Tove takes her hand "I know. And, I appreciate it. I do." She turns "yes?"

Dagmar only looms a little bit.

The guy takling is not a Selkie. A satyr man in a fine suit, if a bit Rat pack, "I wanted to tell you that was a dam fine performance and was hoping you'd consider regular shows?"

"Oh thank you, now. Not my style of music and not my scene, no offense. I prefer Folk and the like" She answers

Dagmar contemplates - there's probably, like, less tacky clubs?

Well, this place isn't that tacky by Atlantic City standards, but then, that's AC for ya

'Damn shame, our loss, our loss" the satyr nods "Much appreciated though. if you could sign here?" He holds out a paper

Dagmar shakes her head!

Her mother notices this, then looks to the satyr "For what purpose?"

"NDA... secrecy of our hold, etc etc" the man says

Brow?

"Oh no, no no" Tove says 'I don't do any of that with out my agent"

"You have ..an agent?" he says

"Course I do" She looks at Dagmar "Don't I?"

A stoic nod, arms folded.

"She's your agent?" he stares

"She handles anyone trying to make me sign things I don't want to sign, yes" (true!)

"I..." He eyes flyswatter " see. Well, okay then. We'll keep it verbal then"

Slow nod.

"Right. I can be discrete" She nods

"I see..." And he retreats

Tove watches him go then offers a fist to bump to her daughter

A little tug at the corner of her mouth - practically a grin!