#rivervale_lodge

A smile "well, nobody better steal THAT day"

"The fourth, yeah. And saining is a day after..."

"Seriously!"

"Yeah, April fifth. Huh, you just missed it being April first by a few days."

"Oh lord, April Fools would be the worst sain day... so many 'juuust kiddings'"

"Uhg. Yeah. That would suck."

"Oh, that would be awful!" A pause. "Except for pooka. They'd be THRILLED."

"Well, good for the pooka!"

"Yeah, they can have it." She gathers up any empty mugs and starts giving them and the cooking pot a quick wash.

"oh let me help"

Dagmar follows, when... "Hey, I stopped hiccupping!"

"you did" A smile "As for me? i think ma and da are wishing I were a spring baby as well. They knew it was 'near Yule' but there you go. Of course, it was just more sign that I was a 'miracle child' " Dramatic pose

Sylvi passes stuff to Siv so she can dry, interrupting the dramatic pose.

"oof" A grin "Fine, I had it coming I see that"

A snort. "Je-Siv."

"More like crazy-random-happenstance." A grin.

A laugh at Dagmar. "Nice one."

"Okay I can see you two will protect me from swell headedness, spoilsports" But she smiles and dries

"That's what friends are for." Sing-song as she puts away the now-dry pot.

"Here to help!" Sylvi nods. "Hey, Siv, if the roads are clear, maybe you can drive us to Sadie Hawkins?"

A laugh at both then at the idea of driving "Maybe. Not sure how much room to squeeze us all and our dates in , well, no date for ME but sure"

"Still no luck on the Bancroft front?"

"He can't make it still. He's trying to switch shifts."

"You and I have annoying boyfriends." She washes the last spoon and hands it over.

"Darn them and their inconvenient duties." A sigh. "Okay, sometimes I'm not a very good troll...."

"You arent? My boyfriend is a SIDHE and he's a better trol lthan me"

A sigh "Duty Duty Duty"

"I asked why Siv couldn't take a DeBuke..."

"Oh, no...bad idea. There'd be a line across the footbridge if they thought she was interested in one of them."

"Is it that bad? They seemed nice."

"They are nice, but they're worse than boggans for matchmakin, no offense to Anne Marie"

"Oh, they're great! I don't mean...I'm saying it wrong. It's just that, since they're so isolated there, they really sort of need to find people outside of the immediate family....y'know?"

"And Siv's about as outside as you can get."

"Ohhhhh..."

A blush "Well, I know the farm is nice and all... but nope... never a farm. there are no oceans near there"

"I'm going to see all every ocean of the mortal world. And return to the seas of the Dreaming. And I'll find ports everywhere, but Rivervale will be my home"

"That sounds nice."

"That's about as far as I get with 'planning'" Sheepish

Sylvi considers Siv. "I don't know what I'm going to do, yet...." Then a sigh. "Except for math. I know that math has to happen now. Hey, Dagmar, give me your wet socks and I'll put them in the dryer with mine. You too, Siv. They'll be dry in a few."

"Sure, thanks. And ah, good luck with the math"

She sets the dryer going...because warm-from-the-dryer socks are a magical thing. "Okay....off I go to defeat the variables." And she leaves the kitchen and heads upstairs to her room.

"She was the bravest of us" Siv says melodramatically. She appears to be in that kind of mood

"Will she ever return? Oh, her fate is still unlearned..."

"Ha. Did Tove sing that song for you too?"

"Yes! It's funny."

"Like, he gets stuck on a subway and just keeps going and going..."

"Based on a real problem I was told... they would change rates DURING the travel."

"that's nuts right?"

"...Oh, yeah. Dude."

"I heard some nobles tried stuff kind of like with trods. You'd go in one side, pay a fee to do so. then you'd arrive at the other and get charged again"