#scarsdale

"Aye. "A Worried look

She touches her sister's shoulder, concern on her features

"They were not enemies. No." She rests her hand on the pooka's.

"but.. but how am I to explain it to the Mohel?"

A twinkle in her eyes

"With riddles, how else?"

She smiles, "I doth enjoy appropriating thy culture, but if it ever offend you must yell at me."

"Ha. Coy tactic, there. You want I should sigh and declare my suffering?"

"If the muse doth descend"

"I shall bear that in mind." Gravely.

"thank thee" A smile, she pets Bronte, "Look how healthy she is, the size of a bus. This is your doing, sister, thy library feeds her well"

"Oh, yes. It is a lovely library - not so large as the Hollow's, but the quality there is astounding. And... may I admit?... I enjoy having such charge of it."

"I neer would have guessed, truly, I think you should reconsider your plans to be a park ranger, and consider a librarian"

A soft chuff. "I like the wild places, too."

"Though I admit, I prefer my own bed to a bough of pine needles. I am spoiled, terribly."

"But you must be, else soft satin and silks belong only to sidhe? Nay, this rebellion is our duty. We should wallow in luxury."

"Oh, we should have a sleepover soon. Yes?"

"Stay up late and tell scary stories. Watch movies. Mama will make cookies..."

"She makes the best in the world" A lie of exaggeration only and perhaps not that

"She does!"

the girls begin to talk of their favorite cookies

Zara has favorites - including very specific ideas about "proper" aging for full enjoyment.

Vasthi Moth, does not shirk from these rather seeing them as quite proper for her sister, if not her own tastes.

(End Scene)