#rivervale_lodge

"Maybe! Is it Pie yet?"

"Yes."

"But it's still hot so let it cool"

"Okay! Can I make another little pie? I know where the small tins are, and the oven is already hot."

"Uhm.. I'm going to say 'no' I'm sorry, but I don't have permission to give permission"

"But it's not really permission, you see, because -you- already have permission, and it's so small, I can just use the scraps from the dough and mush 'em back up and roll 'em out again and there are bits of apple left too, so really it's just good manners and it's probably MORE rude to just throw away perfectly good food jus' because it's scraps..."

"Uhm. I don't..think that's how itw orks" The young sidhe says cautiously

"Well, it's a good thing I'm here." He pats Brogan reassuringly on the arm and has already gathered up the edges around the circle they had cut out for the first pie, and is rolling it back into a ball. It DOES look like enough leftover dough for a small pie, if not useful for a full size dish.

Brogan frowns "if this gets me in trouble, you realize mine is a house of VENGEANCE, right?"

He pouts at Brogan. "You wouldn't take vengeance on me would you? Your very best friend?" He is carefully pressing the dough into the tiny pie tin, crimping the edges with care.

"Yes, Yes I would. but it might be only MILDLY terrible vengeance"

His nose wrinkles up in distate. "Vengeance by slimy beans." Looking around, a small frown. "Can you get me just ONE more apple? They're in the fruit bowl in the pantry. I wanted to add a green one, they're tart and I like to bite food that bites back a little. I'll skip one from my snack later so it's fair."

"Okay" He gets an apple. Knowing where everything is is "This one?" A red one

He shakes his head. "Nooo, the... the blue one." He tries, looking a little frustrated at himself.

"Sorry, " ANd he gets a green one OOC: Press sence

Connor is turning back around from the cupboard with a mouth full of something when Brogan returned a second time with the second replacement apple, the door clicking shut behind him. "Ish nuh ookez." (It's not cookies?) And he quickly starts peeling the apple, then adding to the pie shell to quickly and neatly 'tuck in' the edges. "It's like being tucked away at night, all cozy-wozy-for your-toesies."

Brogan watches. Perhaps he'll learn something. Perhaps he'll have to do damage control

The tiny pie looks fine, if a bit rustic, as Connor accepts help to slide it into the oven, properly mitted up against the heat.

"You're a good helper." He confides in Brogan. "You can be MY squire any time you want."

"Oh I'd love to but we sidhe get allergic to that"

He pouts a bit. "You know, I was in line to be Squire to Dame Kerri. Only she didn't know it, because I didn't know there was a job opening. But that's okay, because no one wants a Pooka Knight anyways. You'd have to bow and please and "sir, yes sir, no dame, of course dame" and that would just be silly."

But he quickly adds, "Not that I mind, if you weren't esquire then we couldn't be best friends."

"Well, I hope we remain friends whatever our fate. I dont' think Dame Kerri WANTED a squire so try not to be offended"

"Yeah, you're probably right." He sounds a bit glum, but then wags his tail as he sniffs the air. "Are you staying for dinner, or do you have to go home after we're done with baking?"

"I'll probably go to another hold. Dame Kerri's been great but.. I don't think sidhe are very welcome here sometime" The boy shrugs "The hospitality is wonderful, but whenver folks see a sidhe walk into the lodge they all get tense. I imagine when Nadeen is sained, she shall be sent away so she's not a threat"

His tail stills at that, and he cocks his head to one side. "But... that's not how you make friends. And... and I LIKE Nadeen. I don't want her to go away. Or you. Not even for dinner, even if... even if I have to give you my OWN pork chops."

"You don't have to," Brogan said.

"And maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps Nadeen shall get a duty that lets her tend here?"

"But.. if she's a baroness... well.. the closest she might get is... serving Count Hemlock" The boy muses

"I don't know Count Hemlock... but if Boss Chief let's me stay here, she can't be that unwelcoming." He leans forward and admits in a quiet tone, "It's hard to beleive, but I'm not always helpful myself. I might be a lot of work, AND I'm luring in a dragon."

"YOU are ..I must be hearing wrong" He says

"A mighty dragon is coming, and might just gobble me up. It's okay though, Gerd promised she won't let it eat me."

"Neither would I... when is this dragon .. shouldn't we alert the rest of the County?"

He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. If it gets mad it might take me away to live where the apples grow, but I don't know if there will be pies or just... I don't know. It's far away and I don't -think- I want to go. Or maybe it will fly me back to the farms of grass, where Connor hides and Buddy comes out to play, and that's where I ran away, away." In a sing-song voice. But, then a smile. "But it's all just fairy tails, like this one..." Turning to swish his own at Brogan. "So you needn't worry. If Nadeen is nice and you are nice, my dragon might be nice too. I don't know, I've never met him."

(pause, gotta run an errand)

(Pause)

(Unpause?)

Unpawsed!

BIC: "I .. well, I'm a little confused but that's not... well not important I guess. Thank you, Connor. I don't have many friends close to my age. So..thank you"

“You’re a good friend and a good squire. But you’ll be a bad cook if the pies burn.” He beams at Brogan, though the scent is just starting to drift deliciously through the kitchen, not near burnt. “If you can’t come back I’ll come to you, even if I have to run all the way from the dragonlands.”

A smile, "The pie smells great so far" He assures him.

"Do you think the little one is done yet? It's smaller than the other so it needs more attention."

He sniffs, "One more minute"

"Oooooooh...." he fidgets, and bounces, and turns in circles with restless energy. "High time for pie time, high time for pie time!"

And.. it's the longest minute in the WOOOOORLDDD

"Uuuuuugh! Did Time STOP?"

"One cannot MAKE things bake faster..well, one can try but it's risky" Then.. "It's ready"

"Ooh, ooh!" He carefully retrieves the tiny pie. "Is the big one done now, too?"

"Been done" He says