#rivervale_lodge

Frank nods stoic agreement. "You know how it is. Any parent worries...."

A slight brow furrow at Frank.

She looks back between them, then "mmm"

"At any rate...the idea for the mixer is interesting, and not something she has considered, I think. I will speak with Professor Wayburton about that."

"I'll also put word out in the gossip chain. See if I can find places that need folks for fair wages etc."

"... and housing, food... translators for the native languages...."

"Oh now there I can help you a bit further" she smiles

Brekke nods. "They need the opportunity to establish themselves...and the security of passable paperwork."

"Some folks I've helped into citizenship in the past who are from spanish speaking countries would help me in a moment as translators. Now, I need to get started...but I think you've given me enough to get to work on paperwork"

"Part of the problem, according to Jessica, is that these caravan people don't speak Spanish; they speak Maya or one of the other indigenous languages."

"Ooo, that COULD be a problem" She admits "We'll do what we can. Look, you two go on. You should talk." A look at Brekke for some reason "And so forth. "

"I think this can be managed...but let me think on it. Thank you, Anne Marie." A glance at her at the last comment, then she clears her throat. "Yes. I will be in touch." And she lets the boggan escort them out.

"My duty" She says rather than my pleasure but smiles. And out they go. end Scene