#rivervale_lodge

"Ah, for a moment I thought you were going to try to use exchange of food as an excuse to trick us into visiting... have him do the 'Bridge, I need to send this to the Hearth of Rivervale, please if you would' sort of thing"

"I...could manage to arrange that, couldn't I?" Kerri ventures.

"Dame, I'm a wilder and a sidhe. I don't pretend to know what machinations might be conspired or even traditional between troll hearths" Innocent look

VERY dubious about that innocence. "Mm-hm. Well, while you may have inspired some shenanigans just now, I'm not going to reveal ALL Hearth-ish secrets."

"Well, rats" A straight face emulating troll stoicism

"Ha! All right, any particular filling you think I ought to put in this tart? I could go with something traditionally red, or....?"

"Red, please.. though.. well, if you want to mix it up a bit" She names some of the flavors she's noticed they like. It might be telling how well she knows some of the preferences of Silverwolf's staff. Even the ones without pull. She has taken care to know them, to find out what makes them happy. And it is not ambition alone that had her do so

"Hmm...Perhaps I should make a few different tarts? For different preferences?" she suggests.

"If you would please? Particularly Aiden's. I know he'll be the Joker of the deck and he fool of he party but.. well, all the more reason a few things go his way"

"Of course. I'd be glad to." A grin.

"well, here's some 'not too cold' for you then" And she gives the huge woman a hug from the side

A surprised laugh, and a half-hug back if she's given the opportunity. "Well, that was positively temperate. Thank you. Now, do you want to help with preparing the fillings?"

"Absolutely, my hands are yours" And she means it, ready to help

And soon, well, the future queen of hearts is learning from the true queen of tarts

(End Scene)