#rivervale_lodge

"Move, Adam" Brenda bullies her son with a smile, "We're allowed to go the lodge. Even you. And this family time."

Kyle nods, "The Chieftain and Mountain have both spoken highly of your work. We visit, we visit as a family. Though there are private lessons too I know"

Lily has a silly whistle about her neck like it was the heart of the ocean or something priceless.

Adam trudges to the door with a long suffering expression.

The dogs give there 'hey, friends are here' barks and wuffs of greeting

And the door opens. "Oh, hey Mr and Mrs Thomas, Adam, Lily" Gerd says, "Come on in. I was just reading. But we were expecting you."

"like your outfitt" Lily whispers to the goth touches of Gerd's outfit.

"Thanks, Lily" Gerd says straining to hear but thinks she got it right.

"Hi, Gerd." He mopes in.

"Kyle, at last you can sit down..." Brenda is only partly joking. Even dad's favorite recliner feels small to him at home

They may have spotted Dagmar out with the horses - she'll be in when she's done working, most likely.

Before Adam could even ASK his father gave him the 'no you can't go stay outside while we're in don't ask' look

looks like familial love will be rigidly enforced! Togetherness is not an option.

He sighs.

Sally Mae comes out, the kinian is brightly enchanted and smiling , "Folks, sorry the Hearth herself got dragged away, but in her abscence I get the pleasant task of explaining why the lodge wanted you here. I'm Sally Mae DeBuke, guess you could call me assistant Hearth but pay that no nevermind. Before we really get going, can I get you all some drinks?"

"Hi, Sallie Mae." Muttered.

"Hey, Adam!" A beaming smile "The usual?" She knows his favorite sodas

"Sure. Thanks." He'd rather be elsewhere, clearly.

Brenda wants coffee, and the Chief's usual blend is ideal. Kyle gets his, but with more cream, and Gerd already has a new tea to suggest for the young sluagh Lily. Snacks are also presented.

"So, not to be rude, but why did you want us all here, young lady?" Adam's dad asks.

"Well, in point of fact, due to the unusual nature of your arrival into our kind, we noticed that you folks were cheated of the usual voile, or 'clothing' of changeling kind." Sally Mae said, "Anne Marie, who maybe on her way once she's done with some work, Hearth Kerri, and myself figured out we could find a way to help you all. Now on the farm where I was raised, hand me downs were a fact o life, but no shame in it, I still never much cared for that. SO.... we brought in a tailor."

"New clothing?" Brenda's eyes light up.

"Do you have an 'old' clothing??" Lily whispers.

"Oh, I'm not sure, we already owe so much," a frown from Kyle.

Adam drops into a corner and waits gloomily.

Oh god, it's a clothing trip. Hopefully his mom won't do the waist band jiggle. THere is nothing more emasculating on this earth than to have your mother crook a finger into your pants and tug it around.

"Anne Marie thought you might say that, and so did the Hearth. They reminded me to remind you that our culture includes the providing for forsters, no matter what age they are, and that Adam has more than earned this for your entire family. Service is already paid for."

Well, the Thomas' can't really argue, and Brenda doesn't want them to.

"Mister Bobbins?" Sally Mae says gentle like "Are you available?"

"Yes yes, quite fine" A boggan man enters out, dressed a bit like Ben Franklin, or maybe it's just the lost hair and the bifocals. He has measuring tape. He's an older man, but his hand seem steady as a rock, "Nice to meet you all. Which one of you is Adam?"

"Me. Uh, I am." He stands.

"Well, fine and dandy, Now, what kind of voile are you wanting young man? Any particular period, or genre?" The tape goes up and starts to measure but never quite touches him. "Victorian is popualr with Sluagh, Satyrs tend to prefer free flowing ... but you being kinian I imagine I can't presuppose. Sir Vali and Rover Olgar tell me you've got 'the stuff' whatever that means, and have not only fought for the barony but squired at least once. So what are you looking for? I can give you everything from Early American Colonel to Early Star Wars," A chuckle "And a lot in between"

"Won't walking around like Han Solo get him in trouble at school?" Brenda says.

"Not a lick," Sally Mae reminds. "Voile adfixes onto your regular clothes... only enchanted can see it."

"M...me?" He blinks "I don't... I mean, can I even wear it?"

"Of course you can," The man says with a smile "You may not always see it, but when you're renchanted it will light right up. "

Lily whispers "bet Piper might like you in something nicer than a t shirt" she sniffs disdainfully at t shirts it seems.

"Oh. Uh. Ok...... Uh, I don't know.... I never thought about it...." and any Falcon would know that's not true.

Gerd isn't a Falcon but she raises a brow at that.

Sally Mae says "Well, did you like that outfit you wore at pennons? SOmething akin?"

"Yeah. I guess that would be cool." He shifts his weight. "Some of the Sidhe outfits were sick."

"Ah, well, was there one in particular you liked? "

"Well....." He hedges, and describes a noble's voile.

Mr. Bobbins nods and measures the boy as Adam talks "I see..."

"Yes yes, I can arrange that. Do you want it to glow slightly, or play music when you enter a room? Some minor enchantment? "

The boggan asks this as if it were simplicity itself

"Uh..." He glances at his parents, then shakes his head. "No, no, that's ok."

"He's worried we'll see hear him coming or escaping" Brenda observes.

"Am not...."