#elsewhere

Muppet is underfoot, but is good at not being stepped on. Citrine is playing a game with a pair of Nevers, that seems to involve making the utensils hanging under the counter swing.

Citrine seems to be a bit cleverer than the standard Never, to Thistle. Then again, that might just be her own bias...

"She does keep her fancy coffee here..."

Two! TWO braincells!

If she rubs them together, she might get a spark!

"I'll take regular" She sips "Wouldn't be polite of me. But yeah, give her the Blue Mountain"

Thistle rummages, and finds the french press.

The Blue Mountain is worthy of a fancier process than the drip machine, it seems.

"Ah, it's so magiccal" SHe admires the smell and process. She thanks her visit to Rivervale for introducing her to coffee. It was like seeing a sunrise for the first time

"There's a process."

Honestly, Thistle makes it look like alchemy.

The magic of coffee does not work on Frankie. Kid is out like a light.

Thistle takes her own coffee black and sweet. "You need creamer? We have half and half and some fancy pumpkin spice stuff."

"Nah, black is fine for me"

"Okay." Opening cupboards. "I bought some pop-tarts, if you want."

There is the sound of rustling, and soon Janice comes in, wearing a housecoat over her pajamas. She looks - less than great, her afro curls are under a kerchief and probably need some significant work to get them back how they should be. Tired, not a lot of sleep maybe.

"Is that blue mountain I smell?" She tries a smile.

"Can I make you breakfast?"

"We should be the ones spoiling you" Gwen says

"Nonsense, you're a guest. And we're supposed to get back to 'normal'." She winces at the word a bit.

"At the very least we can heat up some patties..." Referring to those tender, rich pasties Marigold had made filled with spiced beef. "Believe it or not, they go well with coffee unless you have a sweet tooth."

"I believe it" She does make sure that any cup Jancice gets has some glamour in it

Unless, of course, thistle seems to want to do the honors

Thistle makes a face - sort of nodding at Gwen. Permission?

"Marigold - Gwen's Mom - is a pretty good cook. I bet she'd like to know about your spices."

A nod back, "She totally would" She brings the lady the blue mountain cup of coffe with a bit of glamour "She attended a French school"

"Like Julia Child."

"Yes " a pause "Though mom uses less wine"

She accepts the cup, and takes a sip.

Gwen looks at Thistle to be ready

Glamour swirls, and her eyes deepen a touch, going dark, watery and deep. Not a true transformation, but awakening... at least as close a connection as any kinain.

Janice looks at Trina and Gwen - No, at Thistle, and Gladiola, and asks, softly, "...Why?"

Nervous fidgeting.

"I'm sorry."

Her tears, for the moment at least, seem to have run out.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't like.. I... the baby ain't furkin' dead."

"She was stolen."

"I... what?"

A hand goes to her stomach, seeking, finding nothing other than flat emptiness.

"Stolen. By someone called Redfin?"

"I'm gonna get her back."

An expression of shock. "They wouldn't! They are... they were, my family! They would never hurt an innocent babe!"

"Kidnap, not hurt maybe? Look, Dee is the one who talked to folks, but she said that everyone's memories were wiped. She sent a picture of your baby that got deleted..."

"I don't think she's hurt, but she's taken. The magic saw her sleeping safely, but... far away, yeah?"

"She said the doctor, when she remembered JUST for a bit, said that the man who took them looked a lot like you"

She shakes her head. "No, no, no. I do not want to believe it. But I do, I do want... Not dead? Not... not DEAD?"

"Not dead!"

"(&^&&^%, if some part of you can keep remembering that much..."

"But Greg... and the doctors... so much work, but why... to hurt me?" Now a fresh tear at the thought.

"I don't know. Do you think.. I mean, if she's got selkie blood?"

Gwen taps, and then, shows the picture "This was on your husband's phone. He didn't even know it was on there"

"But she does not live on the islands, she cannot take the Selkie way. She is only a babe, not even old enough to know the choice."