#rivervale_lodge

Adam is quiet, listening.

"Well, as long as she didn't worry about him getting 'lost' too often" Sally Mae ponders

"So, well... maybe, dunno, him and Gerd?"

Adam puts his plate back down softly and backs away toward the door to the main room.

Dagmar is IN the doorway.

Adam turns around and gets his plate to take to the sink and wash.

"Gerd would certainly want to be involved... and.." She blinks as the younger wilders do an odd dance

Then, "Dagmar, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about if you've a moment?"

"Uh..." Frown.

She reaches into a small jar, and pulls something out. There's a cookie, it smells of honey, oats, apple, and carrots, "This isn't for you, or any two legger. It's a Horse Cookie... and I was thinking, since I had been rude the other night, you might let me make amends by teaching you how to make them?"

"Uh." She takes the cookie and her frown deepens.

"You weren't... I..." Frown.

"Also, I figured it would be fun period." A smile

"I'm sure they'd like them... they're kinda spoiled, y'know?"

"They are, but I know sometimes you like spoiling them a little. If you want, I can show you how to make them shaped liike horse shoes"

"That's silly." A smile.

"Well, Yes. Clem thinks so... but a little silly can cheer us up now and then," Sally Mae says "So you want to learn how?"

Adam is smiling, a little.

She chews on a nail as she considers, before nodding.

A nod, "Good. Now you let me know when, but I'm working on tonight's meal right now. Be about two hours"

"Oh..."

"..."

"How's Kerri?"

"I think she's on the mend, but good luck getting past her guard rover to ask her directly" Sally Mae says

"Yeah, I know."

"..."

"Need help?"

"I wouldn't say no to it," She says

"Well. Okay."

Biscuits and gravy, Country fried Steak, and Mashed Potatoes are all on the menu. And each made to a level few can match an Iowan girl for.

Dag is more comfortable in the role of Sous - chopping and stirring as directed, versus leading.

"Uh. Can I help? I mean, if I can I will or I can just head home, that's fine too, mom'll want to feed me......"

And Sally Mae directs smoothly. One can almost hear the echo of Kerri's commanding but comforting tones "Actually, Adam- that would be great. Get the butter out, please. If you want, call your family over to eat with us. I'm making things big tonight."

He's almost at the fridge door when ".... my family?"

"YOu know, your mother father and sister?"

"Uh. Ok." He calls and invites them.

"Sounds like a plan" His mother says

"Ok.... see you ... soon."

"Oh, Adam, you haven't really seen this place for a big feed... like, how many birds on Thanksgiving?"

"Well... no."

"It can be immense" Sally Mae nods "I think on Imbolc they pretty much ate a whole bull"

"Isn't that Saturday?"

"Sunday" She says

Adam listens, wide-eyed as a newborn.

"Sunday!"

"Balefire will be replinished" A nod "not that it's too tired yet."

"Yeah - there's also this Irish Goddess, who does fire and crafts?"

Adam's eyes spark at that.

"Brgid, " A nod "That's the celtic influence"

"or Brigit. I think sometimes it's with a T"