#rivervale_lodge

And then, impatiently, it repeats just as Sylvi opens it, and reveals Symon on the doorstep. He blinks at her owlishly as the light in the room hits eyes accustomed to the dark, then peers around her. "Is Dags here?"

"Symon!" A smile. "Come on in, yeah, she's here."

"Sy?"

He relaxes a bit as he steps in, peering around. "Shit. Based on what DIrk said, this place was falling down around you, fire and brimstone, calamity. Looks fine to me." Then, a belated glance back to Sylvi. "Oh, sorry to hear that the Hear- uh, your mom is sick. I brought one of the tupperwares of soup that Anne Marie keeps on hand, you should just be able to heat it up. And if you pop it in that cauldron, you can all have soup if you want. It's minestrone."

"She thinks soup can practically raise the dead."

"Oh, the cauldron. Useful!"

Offering a bag with a container of frozen soup out to Sylvi, before slinking over to give Dagmar a look. "You're ok?"

"Oh, good idea, if I can get it to work right. Mom won't tell me the spell for it, but maybe she'll tell dad. Thanks, Symon, and thank Anne Marie, okay?" She goes to put it in the kitchen.

Shrug. "Okay enough."

He sticks hands in his pocket, and then drops something on the table - they rolls a bit, leaving a small trail of dust - milky-covered orbs that glitter with a bit of a wicked appearance. "Giant spiders attacking the Lodge, last time something like that was around, there was a lunatic after you..."

A glance around to see if he spots Flyswatter.

Flyswatter is leaning in a nearby corner, quite handy!

He nods imperceptibly when he sees that.

"But Bug Guy is gone and Nadeen and her dad both here..."

"Nadeen is busy being an entourage, and her dad is in Connor's grade." He answers, sensibly. "I was worried you were gonna get into a fight without me." Scooping the eyes back into his hand, giving them a good-luck rattle, and then pocketing them.

"I missed that one. Adam and Dirk got it."