#rivervale_lodge

And a blink at Tove - interested in THAT. "Really? That's...cool."

"Well , Idon't think Adam can do that, but yes apparently some can. Mmm you know, I wouldn't be surprised if it were more common among those who had sluagh blood. Your kith are the experts on ghosts I hear." Not insulting, rather quite respectful

Jaymes says "Fight for a man and you protect him for a fight. Teach him to fight, you protect him for what's left of his life time"

"Let me know if you need any help. I can help field questions too. I know a thing or too."

Sam nods. "I know. And you know how to find stuff out - like these books. Did a changeling write them? Or somebody who knew too much?"

"I've talked to a couple ghosts. One on samhain... I don't remember much. And there was this one who was buggin' out at Ann Marie... you won't believe it, but they get REAL Piss- er, Ticked, if you use their urn as a flower vase. Had to talk that one down a lot."

"Oh my, does Anne Marie know?" Tove says

He winces. "I didn't want her to feel shitty about it, so I just handled it. She'd probably feel obliged to buy them a plot and plant flowers on it every day for the rest of her life."

Tove looks at Symon, "You're looking after your step mom, I think that is wonderful. But if you prefer I don't tell her I'll try to keep mum"

"And she's got enough to do already. She does too much." A shrug, and he adds, somewhat reluctantly. "I know it's her nature, I just don't like her getting taken advantage of. And I think sometimes the folk at her office just make her do everything they can get away with."

"I don't know how she keeps up with everything, yeah."

He backpedals a little, and adds, "I mean, it's just annoying, she's up late at night filling out case files for other people's logs, when she should be sleeping so I can, uh... Do whatever."

"Sure."

Tove nods "Of course"

Jaymes arches a brow

(Troll: Does he think he's fooling anyone?)

She clears her throat. (Let him.)

A small frown and he clams up, moving over to look at Adam for a moment. "Another sidhe - well, sidhe-lite, anyways. I bet the girls at school will be all up in his business like when Nadeen first showed up, and Zane almost fell over rubber-necking whenever she walked by. " An amused snort. "Do you think he'll be able to do cantrips and such? That would be cool. We could use another sidhe on our side. Less useful if he just got the looks."

"Well, he's not a sidhe, he's kinain."

"And yeah, well, he's a junior." A touch of purple.

"We'll teach him then," Tove says "Cantrips too if he's interested. He should see the positive side of his heritage"

"He seems decent enough. Don't want to, like, ruin his life."

He nods to Tove, and admits with a little reluctance, "I don't know much about kinain. I think I got my slug DNA from my mom's side, but I don't know that half of the family. They're all 'old country'. But I'll help out if I can. He's gonna be one of us now, right?"

Jaymes shrugs

Tove says "Ultimately, that's up to him. "

To Dagmar, "If he can't help but see us even when not trying to, then it's not up to us - Fate already interfered with him. But maybe we can help make it so it doesn't ruin his life."

She nods. "Exactly."

"Sally Mae seems pretty happy, right? She has where she fits."

Tove whispers something to Jaymes' ear

"Transfer student... I bet I can get extra credit if he needs any catching up in STEM. Muttering half to himself as he plots. "That'll get me off Mathletes on weeknights..." And a nod to Dagmar. "Don't know her that well, but she seems happy. Looks can be deceiving, though. Like, how you think I don't see you there." His voice doesn't raise, but his gaze flicks towards the kitchen, and a black shadow drops off the counter in a sulk. "Don't be rude. This isn't your kitchen." "Kiiiiiitchen. Chiiiicken." Complains the cat.

Symon hears the whisper, though whether he wants to or not might be another matter.

Tove looks up "Oh dear. I have some chicken salad prepared but I doubt that's the same"

A snort/grin at Lovecraft.

"Shameless, all of them."

His cheeks mottle a bit purple - annoyance, or embarrasment at the cat's behaviour, perhaps. "The worst."

"Would she like lunchmeat? We have ham and turkey..."

"I bet she'd eat some, if you gave it to her. Not that she needs it, she's just a shameless mooch." A pause, and he adds, slightly wheedling. "If you had a little extra, I might put it out on the porch for a bit... I like the stuff made with mayo. Only, later."

"When it is properly green?"

A smile "Of course," Tove says.

A grin at Dagmar. "Fuzzy and you have to wonder if it will walk away."

Tove tries not to turn green herself as her imagination envisions it

"You ever heard of something called Balut?" An aside as he googles a truly atrocious dish on his phone and shows it to Dagmar. "How much to get you to try that?"

"Oh, gross!"

"Like... at least fifty bucks."

A hiss of a laugh. "If I can find it, you're ON. This Samhain we should do a selection of, like, Fear Factor foods. I bet we can find things that are real dishes but terrible. Like, surstromming and thousand-year eggs."

"Lutefisk?"

An eager nod.

"Hey, that's a staple"

Tove says

"You soak it in lye, I don't think that's food."