#rivervale_lodge

"Fits though right?"

"Totally."

Sylvi laughs. "I said a duck...she has four limbs, but only walks on two, and her walk is kind of a waddle." She bites her lip. "That's not too mean, right?"

"You suck at being mean" Dirk says looking around as if expecting one of the adults to kick his ass out

Siv looks startled then nods to him and says nothingn more. a greeting she can trust herself not to mess up

"She's a slug. With mucus." Up-nod to the redcap, then a nod at the food.

Sylvi looks around and smirks. "Um...thanks? Wasn't trying for mean, anyway." She nods him towards the food table.

Dirk nods "razorback maybe, something pig like"

It would appear the redcap finds the idea of animals as insults interesting.

"Her nose!" She pushes up the tip of hers. "Ain't razorbacks mean?"

"they tear up the country side" The cap says as if approving.

Symon dangles from a rafter, lightly clinging with bare toes, and stretches a finger to point to the drawing of the teacher. “She wears glasses. Bad eyesight, like a bat. And I bet it seems like she can hear any whisper during class...” His hour hadn’t received the extra assignment, but it’s too fun to skip.

"Good one, " Siv nods up

"...a naked mole rat..." Sylvi offers after the eyesight is pointed out.

“Ugh, don’t give her ideas...”

A grin. "We should make sure we have some nicer ones, too."

"Uhg, why?"

"So Tardigrade is out?" Siv says

"Just in case it's a trap."

"It's a trap!" Eden says mimiing a starwars admiral

“Having a teacher like you means leeway.” He adds helpfully. “More time on homework, you get bathroom passes even if she doesn’t REALLY think you need to go...”

"Oh, I love tardigrades!" Sylvi says.

"I don't like her."

"But how is she like a tardigrade? Maybe...oh! Oh, they can survive anything, right? And she's survived a long time of being a teacher!"

"I was thinking she bloated and hard to kill" Siv says

He ponders. “Her hair is kinda thick. Like s chinchilla. People like those. Did you know they don’t get fleas? Their hair is too thick for ‘em to get to the skin. So she probably doesn’t have fleas?” Maybe he’s not the best at complimentary... but he tried.

“Oh. An armadillo. She’s GOTTA have thick skin if she can assign you to insult her for homework. Or a rhino.”

"I don't like any of them" Dirk says thoughtful. He is near the fire. Staring at it in wonder now nd then

Sylvi glances up at Dirk by the 'Fire. "Some of them aren't so bad. Ugh, that Spanish teacher though...she's AWFUL."

“You know, I looked over the EC from English. Havensack is kinda morbid. Almost none of those stories have happy endings.” A glance to Dirk, and a toothless grin. “I mean, I like them. But nothing cheerful.” A blink and he frowns. “Is that spoilers?”

"She's boring." says "Awful would at least be interesting"

Siv says that is

"Shop's okay. Don't have to read anything for that class."

Dirk shrugs "Huh. Might be. Haven't finished my story yet. " A look to Dagmar "Did you get a story at all?"

“Home EC is taught by a knife-wielding moustache dude. If anyone wants to drop a class, it looks like fun. And I guess maybe we will make food too.”

"Nah. Didn't want to pick a lame one."

"A dude in home ec?"

"My dad's a chef" Lucita says "Men can cook"

"Home EC is a male teacher? I...guess I shouldn't be surprised...but I am."

"What story did you pick, Dirk?"

A glance to Dagmar. “It’s easy extra credit if you change your mind. Then if a test goes bad you got some cushion. Since they are kinda dark... and all short... maybe we can do a campfire and read them out loud. I’ll even eat marshmallows if they’re stale.”

"the Poe one with the revenge and murder"

Dirk says

"Well.. maybe. Dunno. I like campfires okay."

"Oh, spooky campfire story night. That's a great idea, Symon. But...would it count if we all write about the same stories?"

Symon seems more interested in the ghost story idea than he has appeared for any of the other events recently, eyes gleaming. “Can ask Havensack if maybe our group can pick three or so?” Not even seeming to realize that he has called them a group.

Eden says "If only we we could share stories, alas. "

“Parseltongue gets it.”

"Like, if the point is to get us to read them..."

Eden actually SMILES at the sluagh