#rivervale_lodge

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Siv enters in the lodge. SHe pauses as she sees a reflective surface, and wonders how long till she hits grump. No, she's got time yet. SHe just has to remember she's young even if she's a mother of two and a spouse to two and.. .mm lots of twos in her life. She peeks in the kitchen hoping to snitch some food, that feels young and it will taste better stolen. If she gets caught, she'll just bring news and claim that was the plan.

Oh, she's going to face a substantial challenge. Kerri's doing a quick inventory of the cupboards. This doesn't need to be her job, certainly, but sometimes she just likes to do it.

Kerri is humming to herself, and apparently didn't hear the kitchen door open.

Siv moves in anyway quietly, stealthily. For a troll she's quite quiet on her feet. Sneak Sneak... time your steps in sync with other sounds... closer to the counter where the cupcakes are in various states of frosting completion... some 100% decorated, a few all the way down to 50%

Kerri is on the opposite side of the kitchen, her back to Siv, still oblivious. She moves to the next set of cupboards and moves a few things in there as she gets a count...making a few gentle clatterings that might be helpful for the sneaky.

Long slender fingers with trollish might eagle claw around one cupcake. Short nails, for various reasons, not the least she works on ships and repair with her hands. There we go, into my grip you strawberry frosted beauty

And yes! She has the treasure!

Stepping back the way she came, adjust for wind and Chief / Hearth rotation. Almost back to the door...

"Do you want milk with that, or maybe coffee?"

Just a hint of a smile in her tone.

"Coffee please," As if she had been handed the strawberry Cupcake by the lady herself.

All that time at the Fiona court was good for SOME things.

"Well, you know where it is." She turns and gives a wink. "I'm almost done here."

"Will do," She gets herself some, and even goes as far as to change the filter. Fair's fair, she got caught, she's doing a minor but useful chore, "By the by... we have folks house hunting here. A whole family of Kithain. THey came by the apartments and decided it wasnt' for them so they're off on house hunting with Sally Mae acting as a realtor."

..........There is a pigeon on the side table. Where the cookies are.

"Oh? Have you met them?"

Head tilt! Crime can wait!

Kerri finishes up her work on the list and moves to join Siv. And discovers the pigeon. This, as you might suspect, causes at least a bit of surprise, judging by the puzzled brow. "Well...that's new."

"As a matter of fact, yes, the Novak family? I met the mother and father anyway, they asked me some questions about the area. I was glowing, of course. Mother is a nocker, her name is Vanessa I think? And her husband is a piskey named Karel or some such? They..." She stops as she sees the pigeon. "That IS new."

Discovery! The pigeon snatches a cookie up in its beak and takes to the air - heading for the rafters with a sweet prize.

Mackerel leaps from the shadows, the Cat is a great mouser, but it has never tasted pigeon. Alas, the bird flew off JUST in time to avoid.

A blink at the pigeon's heist. "If you make a mess, I will not be happy." She hasn't a clue if she's talking to a bird or a pooka, but she'll take her chances and hope for the best.

A cheerful coo.

"Mrrrow" The cat fusses at having missed.

"Now, Mack, you'd give yourself a stomach ache." A brief head pat. "So...a piskie and a nocker, you say? That sounds like an amusing pair."

The cat does not look like she wants to let this go but for now fine.. / Siv strokes her too then says "As a matter of fact, they've got three kids... 14 year old son who is a redcap, and a.. middle child, not quite a wilder I think the way they talked, who is a pooka of SOME sort and then a wee lad who is a Centaur." She kens the bird "Hello there?"

Amity finds the cookie is DELICIOUS! Kerri is a true master.

Oh yes, that's a pooka. Strong glamour, low banality - childling, most likely.

"CoooOOOooo!"

"Oh! Then I met the children, at least the two older ones. Which means..." she looks to the rafter again. "That means you're Amity, right?"

An affirmative warble.

At THAT confirmation, Siv says "I'll put the cat away in the spare room for a bit shall I?"

"Ah!" A pleased grin, and she says to Siv, "I suspected the girl was a pooka, but I wasn't sure what vintage."

"And yes, please, Siv."

"No offense, Mackerel."

Siv mutters "What type? I'm guessing White meat." And takes the cat away.

The pigeon is... pigeonish. Mostly grey, with black banding on her wings and an iridescent collar of purple and green.

"Amity, do your parents know you're here?" A gentle reminder that she's not supposed to come over the bridge without permission.

She flies down, circling around Kerri's shoulders.

And landing behind her.

"Here in New Jersey or here here?"

Kerri doesn't turn until she hears the girl's voice. "Either, or both."

She grins up at Kerri. "Either AND both."

A slight wince. "I walked right into that. Offered it up on a plate." A sigh. "Well, I know they'd be upset if they couldn't find you, and I hope you don't want to upset them."

She considers, chewing briefly on her lower lip. "There's steetlamps here, and they had piles and piles of papers, and blah blah blah 'interest rates' and blah blah blah 'promise your first-born' - which, honestly, the devil wouldn't want Les, but he could totally have the baby..."

"And where's your brother, then? If you wandered off, I can't imagine he's too far behind."

"Oh. Um." She looks around.

"I'm a much better explorer than he is. Got a merit badge and everything. He got kicked out of scouts."

Kerri takes a seat to be a bit closer to the girl's height. It's still quite a difference.