#rivervale_lodge

"oh," Etsie smiles, "Maybe I'll play and he'll sing for you, Chieftain. I think you'd make it known you appreciated his efforts. Wives have ways." A nod

Brekke clears her throat, coloring slightly at that. "He plays guitar," she clarifies. Something unspoken there.

Sylvi comes out at that moment to deliver the coffee, bearing two mugs. She hesitates at the Chieftain's comment, then quietly gives her one mug, and Etsie the other. "Excuse me...I need to finish getting dressed."

Etsie's eyes twinkle, "Ah, it's nice when a man does that just for one lady. Even if he's playing for a crowd, she's the reason, and she knows, and he knows she knows and even if no one else does or doesn't... well, it's hers. And if he plays truly alone just for her? he can't even pretend. And she doesn't have to. And, well, little better in this world." Then she sees Sylvi "Thank you, Dear. Go on and prepare to conquer the day"

Sylvi grins at the satyress's direction, shoots a little concerned glance at the Chieftain, then goes inside.

For her part, the Chieftain is giving a rueful grin and nods at Etsie's words. She sips her coffee, but does not speak.

"Okay, this is good cofffee. Something with kick and I don't mean the touch up" Approving "Too much watering it down makes the bean gods wrathful"

"There is a chimera who helps with the coffee. Cuppa Joe." A pause. "I appreciate him, and try not to think about the process overmuch."

Another sip.

"No one wants to know how the sausage gets made" Agreement from her, then "I hear the professor's being a bit of a twit. Good man, but I wonder if he hasn't over degreed himself"

Jojojojojojo....something burbles.

A surprised blink at the turn of conversation. "Hm. I may have overstepped my bounds and interfered where I should not have."

In the kitchen, Kerri tastes. "Mm. A bit too sweet for me, but tasty." She offers Gerd the rest of hers.

Gerd takes it, "Thanks" And sips "I like it. I wouldn't want to live on it"

"Well, you had the poor taste to be right , sounds like to me" Etsie says "I talked to Marsha. We'll work on him, but I think Piper may have already set him straight. "

"It's a bit similar to a non-alcoholic dulce de leche," Kerri notes.

"Well, I only hope that I did not make the situation more difficult for Zane. It was not my intent."

Happy slurping - and maybe some bubble burbling.

Pancakes and bacon and sausages are beginning to come together on platters.

"Well, Chieftain, if I might say, it would have come up anyway, and flared up, you wre just the one lucky enough to walk into that little land mine" Etsie says "there's not a mother daughter or father son in the world that don't have their clashes. I bet you and your own daughter have had a few head to heads, troll level of course. And Zane and Cornelius must have theirs. But for satyrs, things heat fast, cool fast, and we wonder why folks are making a big deal about screaming, yelling threats and more when it happened like.. hours ago." A smile in her cup "God. I had some throw downs with my own kids."

Gerd says "I wonder if The Chieftain notices Edelwiess has been missing." Asking Kerri "I ..may have dog napped her."

"You have children," Brekke notes. "Where are they now?"

"I told her," Kerri reassures Gerd. "Trust me, if she were missing this long, there would be search parties."

"Bacon AND snausages?!" Eyes wide.

"Whoaaaaaaaa. Is it my birthday?"

"Don't eat enough to make yourself sick, Connor," Kerri counsels.

"Would never! That's a waste of good snausages." He confirms, busy wrapping a slice of bacon around a sausage, and then a pancake around that...

Kerri eyes him digging into the food already. "Ahem."

"Davis died, several years ago. Overdose. " a sad look, "Jan? Oh god, Jan. She's fine... teaches music at a college. Has her own kids. I'll show you pictures later until you're sick of them. Then there's Bently. He's good. Better than I thought he'd be."

He pauses, and then offers, "I'll make one for everyone...."

Gerd looks sheepish "Sorry, guess so" Regarding the dog napping then a smile "I keep waiting for Dagmar to use this as a reason to bring in ANOTHER animal to the lodge since we now have space"

"I am sorry for your loss," Brekke says, "and glad for the wellbeing of the others. They are mortal?"

"You may show them the way, Connor," Kerri allows, "but let them make their own choices."

"Gerd! Shh!" Kerri makes hushing motions at her playfully.

"Kinian..." The old woman says "So yes. I love them anyway, but I can't juice them up like I used to. Can't help them remember"

He nods, and sheepishly carries out plates of bacon and sausage to set upon the buffet.

Gerd gives a wicked if subued laugh

At that, Etsie looks rather lonely

"Help carry," Kerri directs Gerd.

"Yes, your Hearthiness" Gerd complies

Brekke takes a deep breath. "I am sorry."

"It's the nature of things" She says "I can't talk to them about unicorns or Elvis' chimeras... or they'll worry I've gone overboard and try to 'help' and we both know howw that kind of help can go wrong. They want me to live iwth them, but I worry what it would lead to." Etsie ponders "Satyrs don't always make the best parents. Those poor kids probably thought I was bi polar from hell. But I did what i could for them and they were loved. " A smile "But don't let me bring you down, Chieftain. I have regrets, some. But the bright parts shine pretty darn brightly. How many remember their true nature at my age? Darn few. "

Siv staggers down into the main area, still resembling the walking dead. She is bleary, weary, and dressed in sweats... the top part possibly inside out because she didn't check right.

Brekke nods. "I am very impressed with your grasp on your nature. Do not lose it. We will help as we can. I am glad you have found your way here."

Kerri completes the parade of breakfast fixings to the main hall. "Siv, would you go out and tell the Chieftain and Miss Etsie that breakfast is ready?"

"Thank you, Chieftain. " Etsie says "God, this country is beautiful. I can't believe this is Jersey."

Siv blinks "You're kidding right? " She ughs then "Sorry, I'll..I'll get em" And she lumbers over to the door, opens it 'Mom, Etsie... breakfast if you want it." And closes the door again

"It is not all industry. You should see the Pine Barrens..." Brekke stops as Siv makes her brief announcement. "Hm. Come...have some breakfast." She offers a hand to help the elder up.

The old woman takes it, and says "Thanks. " And accompanies the Chieftain.

Siv has planted her ass back down at her seat and is poking at the breakfast looking ready to fall asleep in it, or set it aside with a glare either way