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Her mortal (?servant?) returns with two plates of cake. "Got some! Score!"

The Baron looks over the young man, raising a brow at the two cakes.

"Oh, thanks!" And she reaches out to take the plates, remarking in a more formal than usual tone, "Adam, have you met the Baron Tidemarch?"

"Uh." Adam hauls up short. Then he bows. And then he offers the second plate of cake to the Sidhe.

"Most mannerly, Adam, to offer me repaste, but no thank you. " The man says He seems to radiate cool authority. In some ways, Nadeen's own aloof moments are simliar.

"Adam here is from Rivervale as well, recently honored as one of the protectors of the lodge, a Crash of the Storm." She offers by way of introduction.

"A crash of storms? What an odd phrasing, related I assume to the 'Storm, Mountain, Hearth' divide of Troll duties? Interesting" he says then asks Piper "Do you find it difficult to work with the troll system? Their priorities?"

She thinks on this for a moment, before answering honestly, "It is new to me, and there's a bit of culture and terminology that takes a bit of picking up and getting used to. I'm no flower of the court though, like your ward, to have been brought up in noble halls and trained in fancy etiquette. So in a way, I don't have to 'un learn' much. And the Chieftain is certainly just, and fair - she's the first Gwydion I've ever really known more than in passing, but stands up to what one would expect of a Falcon. The lodge ismaybe a bit more casual in some ways and more formal in others than sidhe courts I've visited - not that that's been a lot- but it's kinda... like learning the steps to a new dance."

"Yes," he sighs "one must adapt"

"Lady Nadeen Dancingsnow, of your House, is an emissary there as well." Remembering. "She could probably provide you with a noble's perspective, better than my own common thoughts."

"I have met the lady, for a time I was on her possible betrothed list" Amusement "Lovely young woman"

She blinks at that, surprised - Piper not having been privy to THAT bit of gossip. But she smiles, rolling with it. "She certainly is. Rivervale has welcomed us both, and... it has a way of hooking your heart. For one thing, I'm sure she's not bothered by the cold winters as I've had to adapt. They may seem practically balmy to her."

Adam's eyes flash wide for a moment at the news.

"Interesting. Truth to tell, I rather like warmer weather. A violation of the Russian Stereotype, but then, there is a reason Siberia was seen as a punishment" Wryly

"That's interesting - and I can see why." With a small shiver. And a glance back at Adam left holding the plate of cake. "Could we offer you a drink, or perhaps some ice cream, if the cake is not to your taste?" She's not there as serving staff, true, but mamma didn't raise her to not be polite.

"The company is pleasant enough." he says "And the staff here suitably trained, but I thank you for your manners. Have you considered learning certain arts taht might bring warmth at your command?"

She brightens at this. "Now that's a thought! I learned a touch of summer... I actually thought to use it during my performance, but thought it might be seen as a little flashy. Or... starting a cantrip unwarned, in someone else's hold, might spark a surprise reaction." Though, she holds out a hand, turning it over, and softly sings, just above a whisper..

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh, oh whoa...

And her hand glows, just faintly, and then the light separates into little glowing motes, dancing around her hand, and then drifting off to dance with the lights shining down before fading.

"Then I saw Spencer's act, and new that even if I -had-, he'd have brown my "theatrics" away." A laugh. "But the Summer art I know, is more about kindling warmth in emotion, than in the body..." Thoughtful. "Maybe it would be nice to learn something new. Oh, I do appreciate the idea!" She sounds delighted the with suggestion.

"Pyretics might suit you then... though it does put the Fire in Fireworks so be cautious"

Adam grins fondly at the little spark flowing away. And he takes a bite of the cakes he's holding, doing that party-balancing act.

Amusement "And so might some Primal" A glance "And yes, the young DeBuke is talented. Sadly, DeBukes are notoriously modernist. A pity"

"Primal indeed - I haven't learnt any myself, not yet at least, but Adam has been practicing Willow Whisper. And it's harder for him, without having the magic, y'know, all right at his fingertips, so I'm all the more impressed by his efforts." A smile, as she includes him in the conversation.

A glance "Mmm some kinain don't even know that much. It's an effort for them"

"He's worked hard to learn." Fondly.

"His trainers are to be commended as he is himself for the effort"

"I haven't done it very often; once or twice. And it's harder if I'm not, like, right up on top of a Balefire or something."

"Thank you, My Lord." He says, and bows correctly.

The Baron glances at Adam "Well, your glamour seems..." A brow "Surprisingly full. In fact... I ..something different about you"

"Uhh....."

"Adam is an interesting fellow. There's no one else quite like him." She says.

"Indeed" A more intense look, and Adam might feel those eyes are almost sub dividing him

Cake!

"Most intriguing. Yes. Most." he then turns back to Piper "No one quite like him ...an apt phrase. Becareful, Piper. Odd glamours can be... quite amazingly difficult to contain"

More Cake!

The Baron inclines his head, "Pray forgive. I should mingle. yes, most interesting to meet you both" And he moves on.

Adam chews, swallows.

And Piper exhales a breath she hadn't known she was holding, as the... pressure? The Weight... of the Baron's noble presence fades away. A shake of her head, as though to clear it.

"He was surprisingly easy to talk to, for a big muckety-muck noble." She says to Adam, once the Baron is safely from earshot. And she eyes her glass, setting it aside. "Maybe I've had enough." Rueful smile.

Adam grins and offers to finish it for her.

She offers the drink over - something fruity but with a kick.

Adam drinks it, offering the last bites of cake in return if she wants them.

She does! Teasingly popping her mouth open and waiting for a bite to be presented.

Oh, he likes that, and feeds her after drinking down the glass so he can set it down.

"He was Varich, right?"

Licking the frosting off her lips. "Mm, yes. Same as Nadeen - you can tell from the sun icon, and the black and gold. Though, I think his heir is another house. I forget if she was introduced." Thoughtful.

"I'm sorry she was rude to you earlier. You'll... get that with the more noble or old-fashioned crowd. And I'm sure she didn't see it as rude."

"And she was going to -marry- him??" He can't wrap his head around it.

"Nah, she's just a kid."

"A kid who learnt from her elders how to treat mortals." A sigh, and she wrinkles her nose, grinning at Adam's expression. "See, I'm glad I am free from any such compulsion to make a fancy match to better house and name. Freedom, that's the ticket."

"I'll jump on that train......" he leans in and kisses her.

"Ha! Tickets please!"

Kissing back.