#rivervale_lodge

"That's pretty good," Olgar says.

A distressed trill, frustration slumping her plumage.

"Yes, Hellhound eh?" Gerd nods, "I understand, you've got your pride. If you wish to decline this chance, or the spare parts it might bring, I understand."

"N-no? Thank you."

"Mmm" Gerd ponders. Despite her experience with Connor, it can be a bit hard to read what that No means in this case. She pulls out her phone and shows her a picture of the offending vehicle.

It is pink with purple trim on the tires.

"It seems very you. Especially the pink."

"Exactly, I must purge it from to become a level 8 witch. I'll be stuck at level four. Now, the quest will be dangerous," the witch says "IF you wish to though, take my hand, and I shall tell you what is required so I may transfer this overwhelming burden of a bike to you." She offers her hand.

Olgar lifts a brow, which in Troll is ("Level 8 Witch? you really think you've hit seven already?")

Gerd gives Olgar a LOOK, which in troll talk is ("Don't Witch shame me.")

Another trill, low and soft, but she takes the offered hand.

"Here then is your three fold quest..." She speaks softly as she lowers down, "I require you steal me the leaves from the front yard of Mrs. Clover, on Holmes street, the house with the weather vein. Bring them to me, in bags preferably. " then softly "THen, your second quest is thus... there is a girl, younger than you, bald as an egg from Chemo, now at her own home. She needs a Doctor's aid, you will find a book from Dr. Seuss and bring it to her. " A different adress is given, "The Doctor will help heal her soul. Lastly, you must create a drawing, preferably in blues and purples... of me riding a broom stick so I may ... manifest! Do these three tasks, and the Pink menace will be yours to do with as you wish."

The lighting looks a bit dramatic as she says this.

Her head tilts from one side to the other as she considers this.

All considered, she lets go of Gerd's hand in order to spit a gob of saliva on her palm before offering it back.

Gerd spits into her own mitt, having made an Eshu friend or two, and the two hands squish.

Olgar says "So witnessed. Oh and yeah, I'm keeping the beer."

Gerd rolls her eyes at Olgar's comment.

"Figured. It's a gross grown-up drink." She makes a yuck face.

"The grossest," Gerd whispers and nods, "The only good beer is root."

"Though I like tea myself," She adds.

"Hot leaf juice," A chuckle from Olgar, "Okay I see you guys got this. I'll put this in the fridge."

And the Ogre heads back to the kitchen.

Amity picks up her two frame pieces, balancing them on her shoulders.

Gerd considers the kitchen then says "Hold on, before you go." She darts into the kitchen herself, there is rustling sound, and a small bag is offered to the girl, or put in her jacket for later so the pooka can handle it and the frame pieces, "Three sunflower seed cookies for good fortune on your quest."

They must be recent, she can smell the freshness.

"Sunflowers ARE extra lucky. Everyone knows that."

A nod and borrowing a bit from Dagmar, who borrowed a bit from a TV show "it is known."

A giggle. Les likes Star Wars, so Amity has SEEN Star Wars.

Armed with two pieces of bike, a bag of sunflower seed cookies, and a quest from a witch, Amity soon is on her way! Adventure awaits! But well, cookies first.

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