#rivervale_lodge

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Kerri wakes up in a daze.. she's not sure how last night went. Her memory, as usual, is fuzzy...but where the hell is she? She smells.. cheese

She blinks and tries to focus before trying to move. Cheese? Is she...in the kitchen?

She might be.. not much light.. she's got her vision obscured by some sort of material all around her. Wait... is the material cheese?

"What the...?" She tries to remove whatever's in the way of her face.

It appears to be a tent, no, a tiny house? No too small ..a coffin? of... oh god. Cheese logs. Pepperjack cheese logs! Someone has built a troll sized cheese log cabin around her or some how slid her in!

It's tove's recipe, her superbowl snack, MAGNIFIED

".............."

Doesn't mean Tove did this

but.. argh!

"...are you kidding me?" she groans.

She may have been tempted to curse, but she's feeling more seelie again, and she doesn't know if there are younger ears in range.

Before breaking free, she makes sure she's wearing something.

mmm oh.. her costume she went dressed as a Harley Quinn. She's still wearing the outfit

A wince. I went with the 'Daddy's Little Monster' version. Because of course I did. I hope Sylvi's not here.... She starts to topple cheese logs and work her way free.

She breaks free soon enough, damn crumb bits rain down on her as she does

Oh, she bites back curse after curse, and finally gets free enough to sit up and look around. She is in the Lodge?

She is in the lodge!

And hears..s noring in the next room. Snoring she knows. Her husband

Who, despite going as Batman last night, did not apparently rescue her from the cheese trap of humiliation

"Jerk," she mutters and sighs. She steps away from her dairy-enhanced prison and surveys the mess. Crumbs and cheese everywhere. Well...I should really get to cleaning that up...but SOMEBODY is going to help me. She stalks in the direction of a certain Rover's snoring.

Yup. She can tell by the pitch of his snore he enjoyed his drinks last night. Olgar refuses to believe his snores sound DIFFERENT depending on what he drank, but she's made a study. Yup. Batman's flipped his cloak/cape over his masked face to block any light

She stands there, arms folded and weight shifted to one side, regarding him. Some other time, she might be charmed...but she had a fair amount to drink last night, too (obviously), and she's not feeling particularly charitable. She flips the cloak off his face. "Hey, Dark Knight. It's Bright Morning. Up."

"Who wants to die?" he groans and sits up right only to see "oh.. ah, hello love of my life." A blinkingmoment "Why is there cheese in your cleavage? I mean.. I am not above licking a plate clean" hopeful

"In your dreams. If you don't want to be licking it up off the floor, you better grab a broom. Get dressed first. I need a shower." She grabs a robe and a fresh towel.

"Broom? what for?" But he groans "Fine fine.. the Dark Knight" A groan and to his feet "rises."

"Good." She has mercy and gives him a quick kiss before saying, "You'll see what I mean in the kitchen." And she heads to the bathroom for that shower.

He returns the kiss. She goes up to shower...first, get clean herself. Then help her husband clean the mess. Then? Argh... try to sort out this mystery?

She's pretty sure it's not Tove. Why would Dagmar's mom be petty when she's already been victorious?

That leaves any number of pooka, and vali as the most likely culprits.

She pauses in the midst of the clean-up and looks at him. "Vali."

"If I so much as grin I'm in deep shit?" Olgar says "Could be. You gotta admit, it IS kind of funny" A sigh "Wish Dirk were here. He could scarf this up fast"

"Well, set the remains aside for him." She shudders. "I may have nightmares of cheese coffins from now on."

"my memories of last night are fuzzy, not atypical. I DO remember we had a good time. Wonder if the drinks helped us lower our guard?"

"Hmph. Not sure I'm thinking of that as a 'help' at the moment. Can't say this has been my proudest October." Kerri is still getting over Pennons, it seems.

"See, maybe that's why they did that. " he says "they put you in that to maybe help you get over it. You've been beating yourself over something that wasn't even your fault... as if you're defined by placing in the Pennons cook contest. Which is bull. You got nothing to prove to nobody. So they do thise to you, and BOOM.. there, your nose has been rubbed in it. Now you can get mad at them, and stop being down on yourself"

She gives him a measuring look. "That sounds an awful lot like the kind of solution as certain loving husband might think was clever and suggest to a certain Beaumayn who is fond of pranks."

"Hey, you titled types are the ones with authority around here."

"Since when does Vali listen to me?"

"Hmph," she repeats. But at the same time, she seems somewhat mollified. And as her kitchen floor starts showing fewer and fewer crumbs, she also seems to look to be in a somewhat better mood.

"How about I take you out tonight, some place where they aren't heavy on cheese dishes? "

"Not the Fondue Hut, you mean?" She grins a bit. "You know, I really like the sound of that."

"It's a date. We'll make it semifancy even. "

"Oh, I'm liking this idea more and more by the second."

"Really? Huh" Amused " How fancy ARE you wanting?"

"Oh, we don't have to go all-out, but...it might mean you wear a tie. It can be a silly one."

"mmm " He hates ties, but he appraises his wife's improving mood and thinks it's more than worth it "To quote that farmboy punk.. as you wish"

"Ha!" Oh, that gets a full smile. "Okay, you've done your time with clean-up, I've got it from here." And she rewards him with a friendlier kiss than the one she gave him before the shower.

And he returns the kiss and says "Love you but.. I guess I repeat myself. I'll go sorting thorugh ties" And up he goes

"My hero," she says as he goes.