#rivervale_lodge

Brekke chuckles at Jaymes's predicament, shifting a bit in her chair.

An English Springer Spaniel comes up, looking bit tired. The regulars would recognize itas TIffany's pooka form

Well, animal form

Brekke nods to Tiffany, and then looks to Jaymes again. "Your turn to prank, Jaymes."

"Prank? I... uhm.. "A look to Torin. "With your permission, sir?"

Torin holds up his hand "Oh no, you do not get to tie me to this. "

Jaymes blinks, unsure what to do.

Tiffany has changed when no one looked, and walks up , first to see if Vali is okay...

Brekke shifts again in her chair, restless, and shakes one of Frank's horns slightly.

Snoring...

Siv!

A whisper to Frank. "Go get 'er." Nodding to Siv.

Inside the lodge, a phone rings. The Immigrant Song. AAH-YEE-AHHHHHHHH-YA!

But can it be heard outside?

Frank puffs a laugh with amusement. "You don't want to?" To Brekke.

"Oh, I'm waiting for a later target." Pure innocence.

A snort, and he levers to his feet with some noises. "Hmmmm..... "he looks around.

"Seem to be out of ideas." Softly, to Brekke.

"Welll..." She also levers out of her chair. "She does have more to tell us about the lawn work she was doing...maybe some grass clippings to remind her?"

Tiffany paces, bites her lip but waits

Frank's beard cracks with a grin. "Yes."

Frank steps out of the firelight, gathers tufts of grass, and returns.

Brekke chuckles, takes a handful from Frank. "I'll get her shirt, you get her hair."

"Ok, but gently. It's her first Midsummer -here-....." Frank sounds worried.

"Yes....she'll be itchy, that's all." A bit of grass tucked into her shirt so it will drop down her back when she wakes.

Gently, the grass falls on the girl who mumbles in her sleep "clean this deck swabs...' an snooze

The job complete, Brekke notices Tiffany's expression. "Is something wrong?"

Tiffany whispers to Brekke

Frank lingers more over the girl, but eventually glances.....

Brekke frowns, but it's a pooka-translation-process frown. And she mutters back to Tiffany.

A nod from the Pooka gun dog gal

Brekke nods in return, and then goes to speak quietly to Jaymes. "I think, from what Tiffany says, that Dagmar is with her Glome friend. I think she is safe there...but if you want to be nearby to guard, Tiffany can lead you to the spot."

Jaymes startles. He has laid down Tove "Looks like someeone else will ah..see to Tove's pranking. " Then he rises and looks to Tiffany, "if you don't mind?"

Tiffany shrugs looks to Vali wistfully, "Well, there goes my college expermentation. Someone look after Damsel, I'll show not tell" She heads towards..wherever she's taking Jaymes to.

"Thank you, Tiffany." Brekke nods, and settles back in her seat, considering Tove.

"Well, that woke me up," Sylvi smiles as the three return to the lighted area. "Wait...where are my folks?"

"Right here," Olgar says from the doorway "your mom fell asleep. Don't worry, your dad 'took care of her'

Sylvi claps her hands over her ears. "I don't want to know, la la la la la!"

Eventually the kids return, Sylvi and Colton leading up, Symon and Edelweiss following after.

(Wow, there was a delay there, strike that.)

((Well, Sy was bringing up the rear!))

((Exactly!))

((booo, ahahaha))

"Dags still sleeping?" He asks, glancing at his phone for any messages - nothing.

Sylvi helps herself to a bit more food and drink and looks up, watching the late night stars spinning overhead.

"I believe so, yes." Brekke answers Symon.

Symon, meanwhile, seems to be awake and chipper... well, no. But awake, certainly, for all that he often seems sluggish and sleepy at class. Maybe this is why - night owl. He shrugs, and finds a corner to hunker down in, dark eyes watching to see if he can catch any further pranks.

Colton twists his arm in the moon light, back and forth, back nd forth, sparkling into Sylvi's view and she might hear him chant "you are getting sleeeeepy"

She laughs a bit. "That is pretty, though."

((Pause))