#rivervale_lodge

Bemused, "Yes, yes, big blue woman catches on eventually."

"The show is well writ, but oh, the reruns are tedious."

"Tedious? Hm. Can't have that. So...I'll have to wait until she's home from school, but that's just about 30 minutes from now. Do you want to be here for front row seats? Not sure she'll open up if you are."

"Or maybe she will, what with your boon and all."

"Oh, I cannot stay. In face, I said nothing at all. Do you know the wroth of one who builds labyrinths and passages? Oh, the deadly snare!"

"But... ay, but... if some young lady were to come see the show herself, oh, well, she might convince the playwrite to alter his script? A fresh take on an old chestnut."

She tilts her head as she tries to parse that. "If...Gerd could be convinced to visit...and to overhear Wudlig talking about her? Is that what you mean?"

"Overhearing is fine, it is our curse, those of us with the longest and loveliest of ears. But sometimes, listening doesn't work, if they are too stubborn to talk."

She purses her lips skeptically. "Devious."

She sips her carrot juice and smiles. "I really must be going. Would it be type cast if I claimed to be late, so late, for a very important date?"

"Maybe, but I won't tell. Thank you for your visit, Bluebell, and I'll see what I can do from this end. No promises, though. I don't know the entire situation, yet."

A wiggle of her nose. "You are a Hearth, are you not? I've heard of your Mystical Powers. Things MUST be fixed. Else, I'll need to invest in ear plugs, and that is quite an expense." She rinses out her glass before she goes!

"Well, I can move them towards resolution in one direction or another, at least. For the sake of your ears." An approving look at the rinsing of the glass, and then, "Oh! I need to enlist you in return. Wait just a minute...."

She starts moving efficiently around the kitchen, grabbing items from tin and cabinet and fridge and putting them in a basket. Finally, she presents the offering to Bluebell. "I was remiss the last time the Chieftain went up. I'd appreciate you bringing these to Marigold."

"Oh, you devious, cruel, WICKED woman!"

Bluebell shakes a finger at her. "Even should Cyrano's voice cease, I shall hear it, oh I shall hear no end of it, from the recipient of this trojan basket!"

Curtsying prettily as she accepts it.

At that, the pooka is off! Whatever comes next is up to the Hearth.
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