#fenixtj

"Earned his damned stripes. Headstrong a bonus."

"Ok, then, thank you all." Jessica stands.

"Th' fuck?"

The baron raises a brow "Countess?"

"Hey, B, they been of service! I ain' sayin' they gonna accept. What I be sayin'...is that th' unseelie done been a key part of keepin' this place together, an' they took shit from Summerstrike. Be a big message you make th' offer to some of 'em, as public as possible."

"We'll talk privately, Tweak. Thank you. Everyone, we have some food and drink set out, please feel free to enjoy and if you have something to talk with me about, please stay; I'll be back. Capataz, Dame Mitra, can I speak with you please?"

THe baron nods and withdraws, " A pleasure"

Tweak gives Mitra a half-baffled, half-insulted look.

Jessica heads to a private room; when this place was a spa, it might have been a massage room; a small space, but enough for a few people.

Mitra follows...

Tweak follows, muttering, "What th' fuck I say to piss her off now?"

"Nothing." Jessica shuts the door. They can sit, but knees touching. "Tweak, Mitra.... I'm not offering or knighting either Duff or Necropsis."

Mitra raises ponders "Think they'll be more effective with out title"

Tweak just folds her arms and looks dubious. "Why th' fuck not?"

"Nepotism."

"Nepo-what-now?"

"Means that you give jobs and money to people related to you, even if they aren't qualified to do what the job is."

"That said, Duff and Necropsis are.... qualified."

"So...wait...a person what done good ain' allowed to be recognized if they also family?"

"It depends."

"However."

"Tweak, you're in charge of a barony. You can elevate Necropsis."

Mitra raises a brow.

"I....uh...." That clearly puts her off balance.

"I...can?"

"I ain' no noble. Not like that!"

"You can, in your own way."

"You're the equal to a baron ..." Mitra smiles, "Didn't anyone tell you?"

"However that is, I will support it."

"Well, yeah, shit, like I got that power in th' Barony. But...a knighthood? That be, like, cross-border shit. A knight here gotta be able t' be a knight in Pacifica, or Apples, or wherever. I got that kinda clout, I c'n make one of 'em?"

"Yes."

Stunned blinks again.

"Welcome to the tightpants club, Mama," Mooney is enjoying this

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Reality slowly sinks in.

"Oh I wish I had a camera" The Eiluned says

"I need a drink." Tweak turns and aims to leave the room, but then she points pack at Jessica. "Ink-boy, though...you do right by him."

Mitra raises a brow

"That's not for discussion, Tweak. Thank you."

Mitra turns to Jessica. "Mmm Ink boy , how does he stand?"

"On his own feet."

Tweak pauses at the door. "Moony, she ain' gonna listen t'me. Maybe she listen t' you."

"Come alla way cross town, five minute meeting, what-th'-fuck-ever." She goes out and yells, "Hey, GreaseMonkey! Wanna see my ol' digs!"

"Sure.. I can show you how I improooooved stuff" And they are gone

Mitra sighs "AH, Tweak. Clearly the 'heart' of our Captain Planet'