#rivervale_lodge

"Dark lipstick is back in" Flopsy advises. No one should be surprised, ever since bugs bunny, the cross dressing movement among rabbits has been known

And at some point after admiring the quilt, Sylvi is sitting next to Colton, very close. "You sure you're not sleepy yet?" An innocent smile.

Tiffany smile and gets to work , allowing others to join in with a touch of blush or mascara if they like.

He shrugs, and drops it, not going to pry. "The heavy thing is from me. You can owe me one if you want, but I can't use it, so I wanted someone else to have it, and not just Salvation Army - there's some nasty stuff they do on the downlow, or that's what I read anyways."

Giving the cart a small nudge with his foot.

Kerri may attempt a smokey-eye...on one side only. Brekke just appreciates from a distance.

A dull look at the cart. "ok."

Jaymes glances towards Dagmar with one eye, trying to read her mood

Sylvi gets a grin "I tink vali is an abject lesson I don't dare feel sleepy"

Subdued, to put it mildly.

"I know, right?" Sylvi agrees...but as they sit and listen and the night wears on, she does yawn involuntarily. More than once.

Colton smiles

He shuffles awkwardly. "Aw hell. I'm no pook to pry your head open - try to cry on my shoulder and you'd poke an eye out." He shrugs thin, pointy shoulderblades. "So I don't know why I ticked you off, but I'm sorry I did. You're the only person here who talks to me, so now I'm left talking to my cat. And she ain't even here, said something about it smelling like too many dogs and went up a tree."

Frank moves around, tops off Brekke's coffee, and is generally hosting.

A fond look to Frank.

"Didn't..."

"I wouldn't have said you liked Thor if I thought she was too old and dusty to know he's a superhero now, not just a dead god." He mutters, embarrassed. "I bet she'd know who Superman is, at least, but DC isn't nearly as cool."

Meanwhile, a rumble from the table - The grump has fallen asleep sitting up, like a statue. A snoring one. Likewise the pooka pup is curled in the corner around his bone - still boy-shaped, but circled around, tail over his nose, and his hands twitch a bit - chasing a squirrel, maybe?

Then Jaymes whispers something to Tove, and she raises a brow, "Well, yes, I know the lyrics..sure"

((Pausing scene overall, but feel free to carry on conversations -- just don't assume a character fell asleep just because a player went to bed.

And a moment later, a folk version of AC/DC's Thunderstruck starts up!

Brekke chuckles and thumps the table her hand in time to the beat.

((And here we pause))

(Paused)

((resume!)) The hard rock / bluegrass / folk fusion livens up the scene.

And hopefully a song about Thunder cheers Dagmar up.

Brekke motions Gerd over. "You are not the first this year, it seems." she nods to sleeping Connor. "Be kind."

Dagmar stuffs the quilt back into the granny cart, wadding it up against the wire.

Symon has slunk a little ways away, perhaps due to the music starting up - though it wasn't all that loud.

Kerri considers the old Grump, and looks to Brekke for permission. The chieftain nods, and Kerri grins and motions Siv over. "Come help me."

Siv nods and does so, "Sure, Hearth."

"I think braids and flowers would suit the sleepy Elder, don't you?"

She stalks off for the Lodge proper, slipping inside.

Jaymes frowns and looks at Brekke in a 'what do I do?' worried look

Siv smiles "Very tasteful"

Kerri says, "Well, let's get to work, then...and then we'll get him to a more comfortable spot."

Brekke follows Jaymes's glance and catches Dagmar going inside. "Talk to her," she mouths to Jaymes, and nods toward the Lodge.

Jaymes folllows Dagmar

Siv begins to braid, very gently, mixing flowers into the Elde's hair, little blue blossoms

Kerri braids as well, and the two women make quick, delicate work of the task. Soon, the Elder's head is wreathed in braids and flowers. "I think if we tried his beard, it would be testing our luck too much."

"So tempting though" Siv whsipers

Gerd whispers to the CHieftain "he's a kid, like me. I wouldn't do anything mean" She promises, and paints a bit of sun with a smiling face on Conner's cheek

"I know!" Kerri whispers back. "Right...now...let's find a cot to bring out here for him." And she leads Siv into the lodge to get a cot from the storage closet.

Brekke grins to Gerd. "Well done."

His back paws- er, feet flutter slightly? And his tongue lolls out- it seems to be a happy pup dream.

Gerd yawns then blushes "I'm not tired."

Siv trots after, "Do you think Olgar will pass out? Sylvi's got high hopes"

"Oh, I doubt it. Every year I pass out before he does, if either of us goes. And usually he and the Chieftain welcome the dawn with a staring contest." Kerri and Siv soon have a cot set up, and the two of them carefully ease Matthias onto it and cover him with a light blanket. And the party continues around him.

The grump grumbles, half awake. “Umph, Connor... don’t bother the bears...” and settles quickly back into slumber.