#odyssey

"The crowd votes" She says "Wooo. Okay"

"Is Thistle choosing a champion? If she wanted to play to the crowd, she could go for popularity."

"I don't know Thistle's full plan on this. She's playing it tight to the vest"

Thistle's plan right now seems to cram in Baby Time.

Aoife nods slowly. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry."

But then, she and Dayana had spent the afternoon prepping. There's a LOT of Grog poop ready to go.

"It's okay, Aoife. We asked you lots of stuff"

"Still, you do not know me, more than a few days acquaintance. I could be prying for intel for Omario or for my own reasons. I am not, but I could be." She smiles, showing she is not offended.

"You could be!"

"Manannán mac Lir pull me down if I lie."

"Oh perish the thought"

She chuckles. "Do you want to go for a swim? I can show you the coves, the sea turtle grottos, the coral reefs where starfish wave."

"Sure.. I am a pretty good swimmer just... I tend to not float as naturally"

"If you trust me, I will not let you drown." She smiles to Art. "If I may borrow your colleague?"

He grins, his own glance over on Thistle where she dandles the infant. "Have fun."

"Later Art, Later Thistle" And she walks off with Aoife

A distracted wave!

The baby is sleeping!

Eventually, of course, the babe is taken - changing and feeding and properly to bed. And to bed with Thistle, as well.

Art watches her head in, and is left along for a time. He gazes at the stars that eventually come out, and thinks thoughts all his own. No snooping!