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The childling smirks at his friend, then says "Thank you very much. I will"

Soon the baby is clean and the child has SIX bright shiny quarters in his grubby palm!

And the tired lady settles down to watch her dryer.

The boy says "Thanks" And begins to play some music for the kid. He's no satyr, but he can play

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, ala disney, on Harmonica

The lady narrows her eyes a bit at the sight of the noisemaker, but soon she realizes her foot is tapping. The lady lives a tough life with little help, it seems, but for a moment, she... well, maybe not brightens, but a little of her gloom fades away.

It's not his best performance, but it gets better as he warms up. ANd it seems so does she.

The older dryer clonking along almost seems to be part of the song.

And while the lady can't hear it, Monobrow begins to play along. He plays his horn that sounds a lot like a higher pitched trumpet...

The babe coos and giggles at the show, and eventually falls asleep. The mom... well, she dozes off for a bit too, though the timer on the dryer will surely wake her up in a bit. it looks like she needs the rest.

Then again, an enterprising young lad might remember where he saw her slip her coinpurse, if he was really desperate.

If she had been mean, he would not be above it, but the problem with having a unicorn body is... yup, there it is, those trusting eyes and that 'you wouldn't do THAT would you?"

Instead, the boy plays a restful song on his harmonica akin to a lullaby for a bit longer.

And yes, guards the dryer

She eventually wakes up when the dryer buzzes, and seems a bit surprised to still see him there. She looks him over - is he dressed appropriately for the weather?

Depends if you think a denim jacket, blue jeans that look worn, sneakers and a t shirt cuts it in Ithica winter

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"Pardon me, miss? Mrs? Do you know this area well?"

"How are you at folding towels?" She asks, as she dumps the pleasantly warm load into a basket. Then she gives him a wry smile as they talk over each other.

"Born and raised. You looking for someone?"

She may notice now that she's not so tired that his eyes are a startling shade of green

Never left... something in her heart grumbles, but isn't voiced.

"Um yes... it's an area with stables and kennels?"

He tries to recall Silverwolf's mortal name

"Lowel, low?" he tries to remember "I think that's the owner"

She looks a bit blank, but when he names Silver and Sable Stables, she uses her phone, and whistles a bit. "That's a few hours drive away, buddy. Did you leave home to want to go play with the horses?" She asks, more gently than she was earlier.

He actually begins folding her towels "I've a relation there" he lies. LYING he can do darn it.

Monobrow considers then gives it a pass.

"Thanks, buddy. I'll be right back." She steps away, and he can see her around the edge of one of the banks of washing machines, talking on her phone quietly.

"Uh oh" he tries to eavesdrop

"...asking about the horses. Mmm. No, no one here with him." She listens for a bit, apparently on hold. She's on hold for a while. Glancing back over at him, and a thumbs up as she sees the growing stack of folded towels.

The warm towels DO feel nice after the cold.

They DO. He looks at MOnobrow and mouths "Get ready in case we need to run"

Monobrow gets near the door. He trusts his clurichaun friend to be able to vanish in a twinkle of the eye

"... I have a few more loads. Sure." She nods, as someone returns to the line. Another minute of soft conversation, before the call ends. Then, she comes over and gives him a smile.

"Sounds like there's a nice police lady who works up in Carthage way who might know your family member. Oh, what was it she said..." Rubbing her head, she still looks tired. "I'm not sure if she's got the right person, buddy. You don't LOOK Chinese, but she said to ask if your name was 'Ling', that is, she was specific, if I had found a Child named Ling, then I was to send you up to meet her."

The lady looks a bit baffled, but you know, you don't argue with the cops.

"SO weird, yeah..." he catches on, and, decides to trust "I know, I don't look Chinese. You're not the first to point that out. Uhm.. hipster parents, you know?"

She chuckles a bit, trying not to roll her eyes. "Well, see my girl there? Her daddy insisted on naming her after a gaming company. She just goes by 'Beth' though." She returns a call, and then smiles to the boy. "Sounds like they'll have someone by to pick you up soon. Do you want to hang out with me until they show up?"

"Bethsada? Skyrim is solid and a classic" The young man has wasted many hours shouting at things . He seems to approve. Then smiles "I'm good. All warm now."

Still, the boy stays near the door now, ready to bolt

The nice-ish lady is working her way though the rest of her laundry, and keeping an eye on him, though he could easily run off. She's not going to leave her baby and laundry behind!

Yup. And Clurichaun are good at vanishing if you blink

Monobrow , unseen, makes faces at the baby, but is ready to bolt too

For Thistle, well, it's a drive that passes in NO time, as she's able to break the speed limit with impunity!

The cab does, indeed, go FAST.

Gwen would go as grey as her stone skin.

Cut months off her life!

At some point, the car that pulls in front of the laundromat was a Checker cab.

And there still is plenty of yellow!

No sooner does Thistle pull up near the Laundry mat, when inside, Monobrow, a very young Unicorn Chimera twists, "Oh wow. SO sparkly" as if he could sense through the wall

"Uhm... Monobrow, buddy, are you okay? We need to make sure.." The clurichaun is whispering... and then, Monobrow just walks on out!

"Ride's here, thanks " The Cluracuan tells the lady and darts out chasing after the unicorn, "Monobrow, what's wrong with you?"