#goldfinchfreehold

"That, I'll allow." She doesn't let go of Mic, though. "Downstairs." She turns and leads the way.

Dirk stomps after.

Serenity follows

Mic dangles good naturedly

Down below, Sylvi opens the flanges on the balefire lamp just a bit more as Mic seems to go nearly boneless.

The balefire is strong and vibrant so soon after Imbolc's renewel and seems to be causing Sylvi's shadow to grow more imposing. This hold maybe small, but it IS a hold, and there are rules!

"Yeah yeah" Dirk says "I won't even spit on him for a bunk"

Sylvi doesn't consciously stand in front of the flame to create that shadow...but it just happens.

"Just do it."

Dirk calls out "By the power of TS Elliot, who wrote of cats for the hellofit, Let me speak with this stupid orange tabby, who with my Scrot got grabby, but I won't bite, fold , or even go stabby! "

She's impressed again, this time by the impromptu versifying.

It takes, but not strongly. Dirk whispers to Mic "Mic, did you bang Scrot, also known as Peach? Hairless girl cat?"

Mic';s willow whisper voice sounds like a cross between Ned Flanders chipperness and HOmer's oblivousness "HA, I slammed into the wall while we played. I went bang. She avoided. Bang is play yes?"

Dirk facepalms "No you... " A breath then he blinks "One question? I got ONE ?"

Mrrow goes The Orange Tabby, just happy to be loved

"Tough break, buddy."

"One of you willow whisper him will ya?" He asks

"I could. But did you ask Peach?"

"You don't blame the victim! Geez, your dad taught you nothin?" He snorts

"You... might be a bit biased," Serenity ahems

Dirk sours "I didn't."

Serenity gives Sylvi a look like 'I can't do a thing with him, sorry'

"Not saying anything about blame. Just asking whether she told you who it was."

"But..." Sylvi turns Mic in her grip until he dangles facing her, and she takes a deep breath before singing:

Grunt

((dammit, hang on.))

Mic whirls and boops her nose with a soft paw slowly, no claws while she sings

Macavity, Macavity,
There's no one like Macavity.
He's a fiend in feline shape,
A monster of depravity.

And it's her turn to cast Willow Whisper.

She feels a little smug as the cantrip settles securely on her target.

"Mic, did you have sex wth Peach, who's also called Scrot?"

"Yes!" He says enthusiactily

Serenity puts a hand on dirk as if she had a chance of holding him back

A sigh. "Did you realize she's going to have kittens now?"

"Gosh no... " He says "I wonder who the father is?" His eyes big and innocent

"Can I PLEASE eat him?" Dirk grumbles under his breath

"No," Serenity shuses him

Sylvi rolls her eyes. "That's what sex does, you numbskull. Sometimes, anyway. So...was Peach a willing partner?"

"Well, is it willing when they do the scream that says they want a male to enter them, and they do it for an hour, and then you think 'hey, I'M a male!' and you walk up and she's like 'you'll do' so you do?" The Orange tabby inquires "Because if that's willling, yes. she was loud and willing and I am very glad I was there. Sex is great"

She winces. "Uh, yeah. That's willing." A weary look to Dirk. "Anything you want me to ask beyond that?"

"Cremation or burial?" Dirk starts to say, but Serenity gives him a tap that would get just about anyone else bit, so he corrects "Were there any other male cats around that he could smell , see, or here? Maybe it was another cat and the kittens have a chance at least average IQ"

Sylvi passes along the question.

The tabby's face scrunches as he processes like a dial up fax that hasn't been used in a decade, then answers "Nope. Only smell was me and her need and I was like, she has needs, I have needs, and wow, this is a great co incidence... life's like a box of empty, you never know just how you're gonna sit." Content purr

and the magic fades

Dirk groans "Fine. The idiot lives. YOu get him fixed. I'll get Peach fixed after the kittens . Deal?"

"Deal." She flops Mic over her left elbow while she extends her right hand to Dirk to shake, spitting into her palm first.

Dirk notices the spit, "That's more an eshu thing but.." he does spit in his and they shake. One of the few times she can squeeze hard with a non troll and probably it will be seen with respect

"Gross" Serenity observes

Sylvi does squeeze, and also shrugs. "School yard thing, you remember how it was." She releases, then finally sets Mic down.

"Yeah. I remember." He watches Mic go down, and circle Sylvi's legs, "There could be like four or even five kittens" dirk groans "I can't keep that many."