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((You've seen the pic of the house?))

Send?

((Sec!))

((I THINK it was this one, but will present the other possibility ...this one had the basement, though.))

Oh, perfect. G And Euclid??? PERFECT.

((Yeah, that was the one. Why? G))

And so, a short man opens the screen door and taps on the front door.

(It takes a minute, but a paint-spattered teenaged guy with a look of perpetual annoyance answers, getting ready to snap at the Jehova's Witness that they have a 'No Soliciting' sign, can't he read? ...then stops, and stares)

He blinks, perhaps equally as startled. The basket on his arm tinkles gently. "Well, young master Ice! Hello!"

"Hey." (Dark eyes appraising. He's blunt, as he often is) "She's sleeping."

"Well, good!"

(Then, grudgingly) "You want to come in? If you can keep it down, she's cranky when she's tired."

(And when she's not tired, and when she's awake...)

Amused. "I think I can manage to keep it to a dull roar...."

"Thank you."

(He pushes the screen open and moves over to let him in) "Something to drink?"

"No, but I thank you. I suppose I'll just drop this off."

"I seem to have caught you at work?"

"Yeah. She can't get on a ladder, was bi...complaining about the color of the ceiling, the guest room. So figured, you know, if I change it, she'll have to find something else to complain about."

"Well, I will freely admit to being height-challenged." He sets the basket down.

"Probably won't be hard." (He leads him to the kitchen; the windows in the bedroom are open, to let out the paint fumes, but it can still be noticed in here)

"Yeah, you and me both."

"You sure? Just made some iced tea."

... and once there, he bustles around it knowingly, setting things away. "Now, this bottle... she'll know what to do with." Stoppered and full of dark green liquid. "The rest is just to get her to eat."

(He nods, and leans on the counter with crossed arms, dark eyes sharp, watching him bustle) "She know you were coming? Won't be a surprise, I tell her who it's from?"

"Shouldn't be. I pop by from time to time."

"Okay." (He continues to watch, eyes narrowed -- thinking, not suspicion. Well, not as MUCH suspicion) "She likes General Tsao's. Extra spicy. Been picking that up, the last few nights."

He chuckles. "Yes, the chili went over fairly well. It wasn't drek, apparently."

(A quick grin) "It was drek. It was better than the USUAL drek."

"Which, you know, is about as good as it gets."

He pauses in his efforts and nods, pointing at Ice. "Yes. Sometimes understanding a nocker is not unlike understanding a pooka but for heaven's sake don't repeat that." He chuckles.

"Won't say a word." (A snort, and another quick grin)

"There." He's finished putting casseroles and mason jars of soup away.

"Yeah. Thanks for bringing that by. She'll probably want some, when she's up." (He is watching the boggan, sharp-eyed still) "How's Miss CC?"

"Oh, she's getting by." Smoothly. "Miss Dria's pain is manageable?"

"You'd have to ask her. Don't speak Nocker THAT well. Which is better, "Quit furkin' asking", or, "I can do it, get out of my furkin' way?"

He sighs. "Right, well... if you need help, please feel free to call me? I've had some success in that regard.... however, don't let her pain get out of hand. The more pain, the more her muscles tense and stress, and that pulls her skeleton out of alignment which causes -more- issues. The very devil to sort out, I can tell you."

"Guess so. Sure, can call. Or she can call, figure, have to let her fall on her...on her face a few times before she'll finally figure out she can't do something, first, though. You know?"

"'Cept, won't let her on a ladder, can't catch her if she does a header."

"Pfft. Pick her up and carry her." Sourly. "Then schedule a chiropractic visit for yourself."

"Tried it. Once." (A squint at the nocker) "She has sharp elbows, you know."

"But, do what I can."

"Hmm, I'm sure you do. Well then, are you staying here now? I thought you were planning a move."

"I did. Have. Am." (A slight scowl) "Keeping my place there, as long as I can, but, you know. Visited, found out, you know, lawn wasn't mowed, she hated the color of the ceiling, she can't get in the chimney to clean it, and she can't shovel the damn truck out of the snow. So, kind of visiting, I think, until she's better." (shrugs, bonelessly) "Kind of put stuff on hold, you know?"

((Well, maybe not the lawn mowing, I'm still thinking California. g))

He starts to speak, stops, struggles internally and then finally says. "Well.... good. Good for you. I know she enjoys having you about."