When he does wake, he finally fills her in on the events that happened in the bale chamber and uses the 'decorations' to show where the bodies landed. Let the other seers look for meaning. He knows what those rusty brownish swirls mean. He made them.

  While he's explaining she helps clean him up a bit, washing down tats, hair, the quiet comforting things while they continue to soak up the heat. As he finishes, she nods, accepting the changes. "Well...we said we wanted the place ta be our own. I think that jus' helps."

  “So how’d you get under the mountain anyway?”

  Genny snorts at the question, shaking out her hair and muttering about a hot tub before she looks at him again. “I was playin’ dangerous games wi’ two ‘f those spider creepers, an’ things were goin’ fine. Then this damn pointy-eared Knight blasted me with a command, an’ I hesitated which he followed up wi’ dumpin’ the hill on me. I could’ve done more, but I caught a rock in the head. Jus’ started ta wake up when ya moved the hill off in yer own fashion. I see that Knight again an’ I’m gonna stomp his head in.”

  Chago considers that and shrugs. “I’m not against it, but if he stopped when Sweetcheeks made her claim, we might give him a little leeway. Maybe.”

  On more pressing matters, Chago starts ticking off points on his fingers. "Okay. Kiersten needs to get back and secure her spot. We need to finish building things out here and start establishing things like trade and finding out who else we’re neighborly with. I need to see if I can figure out what the hell was wrong with Uncle Dipshit. Her and me need to do official treaties. Her and me need to talk in private about some unofficial crap too. Am I forgetting anything?"

  Genny nods as she listens and chuckles softly, kissing the top of his head. "Jus' a couple. We also gotta establish us a place in the real world, cause we've been in the Dream a long time. We're gonna get dingy if we don't have a place ta go an' we need ta be able ta promise that ta our folks here. Part 'f that means explorin' more 'f that trod, ta see if where I went is a stable end point ‘r jus’ where it took me this time. And there’s that village we went ta before. I think we need ta talk ta them an’ see where their loyalties are. They’re much closer ta us than the Barony. We need to establish more than jus’ the keep ta stay."

  Chago nods and then mimes banging his head against the wall briefly. A small and amused snort follows. "We ain't never done, are we?" he asks as he moves back to her side. "Okay. The boys ain't been here near as long as us so we leave them here to keep working on the setup. You and me take Kiersten and her people back so we know they're safe and we can do the treaty crap as soon as she's finished with all the sidhe fluff to being a baroness. You talk to Shova as we're doing this stuff to see if he can set us up a gateway so we can hook wherever we get in the mundane to our place here. I'll get Kiersten when I can for our talk, then we head back and find where we can set up."

  He pauses a moment to think then, working out details in his mind. "After the boys get a break, we can take turns exploring the trod. Evan can do the whole sneaking thing and maybe learn more than we can, but you, me, and the twins can all take shifts at cleaning up things that might make it dangerous for travel. Send Kenny with the twins to learn a bit of discipline and some real fighting. Well, when I ain't got time to teach him patience. Boy’s got to learn a lot of that." He grumbles. "I wanna find his mentor and kick that mula's ass. He screwed that kid up something awful." And if anyone would understand a 'bad' mentor, it's Chago. He gives another shake of his head and licks his lips. "Anything else you can think of without me doing some scrying to see what we're missing?"

  Genny laughs at the pantomime, tweaking his ear gently...well...maybe not so gently as some might, but that's mostly because she knows he'll like it. "We'll be done when we're dead, prolly na much before." She stretches as she listens, flicking a bit of something off her fur and then nodding. "Makes sense ta me. I'm pretty sure this Keep has more folks livin’ here in mind, jus' judgin' from how it expanded itself. We may want ta be on the watch fer others what may work in our little family as we go, but I don't think that's pressin'."

  The conversation moves from there to a lot of minor things, the comfortable to do list of any established couple. Then it moves off to one of Genny's favorite ways to regain glamour and to do her darndest to make Chago make interesting noises. Sometime later there's food and the bits and pieces required to settle the keep while they ride with Kiersten.

  The rest of the official proceedings go well, taking the new Baroness back to her home. Genny does spend a good deal of time talking with Shova, at least when he can be peeled from Kiersten's side. The two of them seem to have reached an agreement and it's to both of their liking. Even the coronation, such as it is given it can’t be officially confirmed until the High King gives it a nod, goes without a hitch which proves that sometimes the universe is not out to smack them in the head. Sometimes.

  There's food. There's glamour and dancing. And by the day they're to leave both Genny and Chago are in better shape than they've been in some time. It's at this time that Kiersten mentions she has time for them to have a talk while Genny finishes packing things up and making arrangements for the trip back.

  No matter how smoothly things go, there's always a few surprises too.

  Like Chago insisting on doing some of the cooking and causing a great deal of trepidation from the more stubborn of the staff, until they find out he's as much a gourmet level chef as Genny is. He also manages to get some properly dignified clothes for the even with only a few barbs and marks to show he's still got a redcap heart in there.

  Still, pleasures and duties both aside, the private meeting has been on Chago's mind for quite a while so when the oppertunity arrises he's both ready and anxious, a mark of being too ready perhaps. "Baroness." he begins with a bit of a grin curling his lips, then he goes on. "Thanks for the chance to do this sweetcheeks." Yeah. He can be official, but he's still who he's always been too.

  He pauses then and weighs his words carefully. "Look... I don't wanna press what we've done for each other before now or make it feel like I'm trying to push ya because of nothing. I got something big to ask though and you're the best chance I've had since I lost Amy t'get this. Losing her and what came after made me realize it's needed though. I'm just gonna be blunt, cause I know I can't out talk a sidhe in her right mind, and you know it ain't like me to try." And she knows he may well be able to, butt hat's beside the point. "I wanna learn Soverign. I trust you. I know my folks don't need protected from you, but if we end up leaving or if something happens to you, I wanna be able to protect my people from it. Knowing it is the only way to fight it short of hunting really dark things."

  Kiersten settles into a chair, tugging her skirt straight. It's a soft silk thing, clinging just enough, but not too much. Courtly perfection. She listens to everything he has to say tapping her fingers together in front of her. A large gem glints on one finger and she slides it off, preferring her hands without all the extra adornment. "It's both a hard and an easy question, Chago. On a personal level, I have no qualms, but what it means to teach a non sidhe...that's a harder situation."

  Chago nods his head. "I know. If we hadn't had run ins with some arrogant..." his language slips into Spanish describing in no uncertain terms his opinion of the ones he talks about, even with the foreign language. The tone says it all. "Sorry. The prick pissed me off a lot. Anyway, if not for him, I wouldn't be asking now. I'm prepared to offer Oaths if need be on only using it to protect my people. If I need to make someone do something, I already got my ways. That ain't my style. I don't need Cantrips to be in charge."

  "I know that..." She shakes her head, offering a little smile. "I think I've got a fairly good measure of you, both as a Witch King and as a person. You could have asked me all of this when I was recovering and when I didn't know myself. You know you could have had the answer you wanted and I would have been bound by my word either way. However, you waited so the question would be honest." Long fingers tangle in her curls for a moment before she nods. "For the court I will ask an Oath that this only be used in protection of you and yours, though I personally do not believe it necessary."

  Chago nods once and rises to move to gather a candle and bring it back. Yes, an Oath can be simply words and purpose and the Dreaming enforcing them, but sometimes that just doesn't feel like enough.

  Setting the candle on the floor, he settles, legs crossed before it and at her feet. His eyes closes a moment as he gathers Glamour about him before speaking, his voice as formal as she's ever heard. "Unto thee, I give my Oath to learn Sovereign Commands as best you can teach so that I may protect that which is mine from those that would abuse the power of the nobility. I swear to use by mine own power and by the elements about us to use these lessons only to protect me and mine." One hand moves and presses to the ground. "May the ground fight against me when battle must be joined if I fail this oath." Then he lifts that hand and passes it through the candle flame. "May all of passion's fires eat my spirit if I fail." Then he lifts that hand still further, nipping his fingertip and dripping three drops of his blood onto the candle flame, slowly enough to not put it out. "May I drown in mine own blood if I fail this oath. May my breath be taken from me, if I fail this oath." Yep. Every element invoked, almost like for a cantrip and the magic built is released to seal his Oath.

  Once the power has had a moment to settle, he reaches out to pinch out the candle with the nipped finger and his thumb then looks up and Kiersten, with a raised eyebrow. Well?

  Kiersten rises, moving to where he stands. She reaches out and lifts the injured hand touching it to her lips, which leaves a smudge of blood there. Slowly she releases him. "Heard and witnessed by my hand and blood." She licks the blood away, not gagging even. Go nobility. Then she smiles. "Though the teaching is going to have to wait for a few weeks until I've settled things here. Shova can eventually create a portal so lessons can be done easily. I do have a few things I can start you on practicing until we can have our first formal lesson."

  Chago nods his head, doing his best to hide any disappointment at her not showing any 'holy crap' sort of reaction at how far he went. Oh well. A sidhe has to be a sidhe. "Sounds good. Me and Genny been in the Dreaming too long as it is. We need to get back into the mundane and set up some things for a life there too so that'll give us both time to deal with stuff. If you wanna learn any of my magic, just let me know. I'm good for trades. Same for anything else we can teach." He offers. Then he grins a little. "Can you do me one other small favor? I know you'll have to tell I'm Oathbound not to abuse the magic, but can you keep it quiet about the details? I've abused enough mulas over Oaths to know how easy it is. I don't want some smug knight playing games with me to try and trick me into something."

  Kiersten laughs softly and then nods. "Well...all right. In for a penny and all of that." She twists her hair back from her face. "I'm impressed that you came up with an Oath like that so quickly. You never cease to surprise me, which I suppose is a good thing. I can see why your Lady finds you intriguing." She pauses, tilting her head. "I should visit the mundane again soon, myself...but not for a while yet."

  Chago grins a little more toothily. "Not many folks expect a recap seer either. Soothsaying was my first art. When I met Amy, I was almost as good a seer as she was. And she was Elunid." he explains. "And it wasn't long before I was better. I had to be. Back then, I wasn't as much a fighter as I am now. I was more used to bluff and cantrips to help. I pushed myself to get better though. With the folks I ran with, I had to. I ain't the only one full of surprises though. Genny can pull 'em out too. Guess that's part of what makes us such a good pair." His gaze goes a touch distant and his hands rub together, fingers brushing over the fingers of the other hand idly as he considers other things that make them a good couple. And not just the fun bits.

  He shakes it off after a moment though and his eye sweeps the room, tongue flicking across his lips as he checks for any trace of blood left behind on the floor. Then it's back to Kiersten. "When you come, let us know. We'll have a restaurant by then and we'll treat you and Shova." Yeah. She may not have mentioned him, but he'll bet just about anything it'll be both of them.

  Kiersten laughs, "Oh, that one has more surprises than I suspect even you know, just yet. Shova has been full of information. Though you likely still have surprises for her too." Not that she's about to share. "Not to mention that she's currently fighting with one of my knights." It's an absent comment, amused as all get out. "I suspect that will be good for him too."

  Chago snorts softly. "Sweetcheeks... she's probably got surprises for me and her both still. She had a lot of issues in her past to deal with and, as she puts it, she got nutty for a while. He may know more about her than she does." he points out before laughing softly. "Wanna head out and see if he needs help getting out of his armor? She's been known t'kick dents in places that make it hard t'take off." he warns. Nope. He doesn't think a single knight is much of a threat to his girl.

  "I think it's a good reminder for them. Our little county, having been next to the trod and the territory beyond has not been a very welcome place for satyrs. That is going to change. Shova is mine just as Genny is yours and I won't have it be an uncomfortable place for either of them. So her kicking someone around is likely a good reminder." She moves to the door, opening it herself and stepping outside. "Come then..."

  As soon as they're outside there's a soft echo of shouting...the kind of shouting that you hear in high school while people gather around a brawl.

  Just before she opens the door, Chago says "Just a sec." and brings her her ring. It would be his luck for her to leave it in a supposedly safe place and someone steal it to blame the redcap. That minor detail taken care of he follows her out, his grin widening as he hears the noises. Even before his sharp ears can pull out details of the crowd noise, he lifts his voice in a bellow. "I'll give three to one if anyone's dumb enough to bet against the chick with the hairy legs!"

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  The bellow gets the attention of some of the crowd, though others are far too focused on what's going on. From the center of the circle Genny's voice raises. "I get half of whatever ya win, darlin'." She doesn't even sound like she's breathing hard.

  As they get closer, however, they can see that the sidhe knight is currently getting help getting his breastplate off. There's a large dent in the front and another at the side straps. Apparently he's learning that fighting a goat doesn't come down to armor.

  Chago glances to the side enough to see Kiersten and mutters "Told ya." to her before squaring on the crowd a bit more. His position shifts just slightly, a move those that knew him at Kink when Amy was still the local Baroness would recognize as a guarding move. After all, there could easily still be loyalists to the former Baron about. He doesn't even dignify Genny's claim of half the winnings with a comment. As if she can't have all of it she wants?

  Instead he focuses on the knight and watches him lightening his load for the next round as he waves any takers on his bet closer so he can start making it official.

  Kiersten seems very amused, glancing at the dented armor. "I'll have to instruct my knockers to make armor that is solid, but also...flexible."

  Genny seems content to let the knight reassess his situation, her tail flicking in amusement. Not like she really cares about the money either, but it made the crowd laugh. And it is encouraging folks to bet against the supposedly foolhardy satyr and for their champion.

  As the knight pushes away from where he's been changing he brings with him a sword, though this one appears to be wooden, made for sparring that is not meant to cause death. It is the same who dropped a mountain on her and he's looking rather flushed with the progress so far. He steps forward, tiltling her head. "You are sure then, Lady, that you won't take a weapon?"

  Genny grins, flicking an ear. "Naw...wouldn't want ya ta be at a disadvantage, neh?"

  Chago gives an amused snort, taking bets with a practiced ease and making sure everyone is covered as he takes them. His eye sweeps the crowd almost constantly and his ears are focused for the slightest 'wrong sound'. Still, he has time to aside "Chain for most. Thick leather collars. You want enough for the hoof t'cut in without reaching flesh around the neck. Anything they can crush there and all the need is a decent blow and ya choke t'death."

  Pretty much the only thing he doesn't glance at with regularity is Kiersten herself. She's in his blind spot so he can watch everything else instead. Just like his Kink days guarding folks. His voice lifts again as he hears the offer of a weapon to Genny and he calls to the knight. "Hey! Sir Whipping Boy! Take a look at yer damn armor again and tell me she ain't got more weapons than you! Stop tryin' t'make it even easier f'r her or I ain't never gonna get folks t'bet on ya!" Oh yeah. Old habits come so easy. Even letting his speech run down further than he has in a while.

  The sidhe's head jerks up at the comment and his complexion further reddens before he salutes Genny with his wooden sword. She gives him a little bow, dressed in simple clothing for her part, a matching red leather halter and loin cloth. Simple bracelet, necklace and earrings match the outfit, all looking much like she did at Kink, confident, sexy and fit. He lunges forward and she twists out of the way, tapping his wrist as she moves past him, just to show she can and then turning and bowing again.

  Kiersten laughs softly, glancing at Chago. "Well...perhaps I will give you odds as well. Gladius is one of the General's top men."

  Chago finally glances out to the fight itself again briefly, looking at the knight specifically to mark him in memory. "No shit?" he asks with a slight note of respect in his tone. "Good thing she didn't take a weapon then. He might have an advantage if she had. He'd know how t'fight another blade. He don't know satyrs though. Long as she can keep the fight her kinda fight, he ain't gonna have a chance. He's trained to be a proper knight. She's trained t'brawl with redcaps and walk away with her tail attached. Totally different sorta fight. Until you done that, you ain't got a clue what it's like."

  Then he licks his lips and smirks a touch, going back to his more cocky attitude for the betting crowd. "Hey! When she's done makin' ya look silly, if ya got anyone with a sack in their pants, I'll take nexts!" And one hand drops to cup his crotch to make sure everyone knows what sort of sack he means.

  Kiersten snorts under her breath. "Charming." Though she's amused, even if some of the others around them are a bit on the scandalized side. Then again...redcap.

  In the ring Genny and Gladius exchange passes again, this time with him managing to tap her shoulder, though it's not hard enough to even slow her momentum. Chago can see the opening that she purposefully lets slide where she could have kicked his knee out, but that would have ended the whole thing too fast. On the third pass she stumbles, or at least it's a convincing pretend stumble to those that don't know a satyr's grace or steadiness. Yeah, she's playing and the crowd eats it up, more money being put in on the contest even as she pulls herself to her feet and brushes off the front of her halter.

  Chago snorts again and shakes his head, finally giving some attention to the fight as the action begins to build. He doesn't neglect keeping an eye on Kiersten but he does have practice watching... entertainment and being a guard at the same time. As he scans the crowd, he tries to pick out the General and catch his eye. After all, someone personally trained by him dueling is bound to bring the fellow to watch, even if from somewhere unobtrusive. He edges closer to Kiersten a moment to mutter "She could have got his knee. Always watch low against a satyr. Hooves are better kneebreakers than anything you've ever seen." Yep. He's helping his new ally where he can. Well... mostly. He's not mentioning the fake slip. If she can't catch that on her own and she's with a satyr, she doesn't deserve to know about it.

  "So she's playing with him... Or not trying to really hurt him. A broken kneecap wouldn't be particularly sporting." She leans forward, watching with interest now. "Neither Shova or I have been much for fighting until we met you. Now it seems inevitable that we should learn more."

  The General is, indeed, in the crowd, though he's not being drawn into the bidding much more focused on what is happening in the ring. He frowns as Genny goes down and gets up, watching Gladius, who merely waits for her to get up again. Gentlemanly...well...or not as he scoops up a handful of small stones, throwing them at her as he makes his next pass. The wooden sword sings in a complex strike of maneuvers which draws the oohs and ahs of the crowd. Genny blocks three strikes and takes one on the ribs before she steps right into his guard and pounds a sharp jab to his sternum.

  Chago nods his head slightly. "Little of both, I think." he admits. "Of of the knights in the attack dropped a whole lot of rocks on her head. If he's the best you got, I'll bet it was him what did it. Playing with him might make it easier for her not to hurt him like she probably wants to." he explains. "Plus, it does make for a better... ouch." And he winces at the blows traded. "Damn. I hate doing that, but it works. Take a shot to give back worse. Redcap special." He explains.

  Then he licks his lips and glances about the crowd again, gesturing to invite the General over. "As for you and Shova and fighting... at least one of you should. If it were me, I'd say he should learn to be a proper knight and champion for you and learn some dirty tricks on the side, while you learn nothing but down and dirty. You play the wise and noble sort that's too good to get her hands dirty and if someone does try something, you go for the jewels and rip em off before they know how it happened." Basically, the flip side of his act, in other words. Show the stereotype and be able to be the opposite of it.

  Gladius doubles over as the jab robs him of breath, which brings his face close enough for Genny to slam her knee into it knocking him backwards. She spins as he stumbles and kicks just at the base of his heel, effectively tripping him and sending him to the ground with a hard slam.

  Kiersten winces as she watches, inclining her head when the General approaches and nodding to Chago. She murmurs softly. "I've spoken to your Lady about some training. I thought it would be the easiest course without...awkward...questions."

  Chago's grin widens as Genny hammers the poor knight and he nods his approval, murmuring "Good. Ain't a thing I could teach you that she can't and maybe better. I train with trolls so I might be too rough." he admits. "Just don't be squeamish about some of the dirty tricks. If you need what she's gonna teach you, they might be the difference between you winning and Shova avenging you."

  Then he lifts his voice back to a more proper bellow. "So... Round three or is getting yer arse stomped by a girl twice enough for ya!" he taunts, gesturing for folks that owe him to gather around so he can start collecting.

  The knight lies there for a long moment, apparently trying to determine his best course of action. Finally, he sighs, rolling to his belly and then coming up on one knee and bowing his head. "I yield to the lady and I do apologize for the incident which began this unrest. I beg that she might forgive me."

  Genny snorts softly, shaking long locks back from her face. In that moment she's something unearthly and beautiful. It's not the beauty of the sidhe, but wild and fierce. Her lips curve in a smile that's all sex on a plate, even though there’s no intent to haul the sidhe off and have her way with him. It's all in the eyes. "Granted. Now get off yer arse. It's embarassin'." And with that she turns towards Chago and Kiersten, wandering over to see how well he did.

  Chago tips his head slightly to Kiersten and then turns to the General he invited over. Work before pleasure, as usual. "You got a good man out there." he says to the fellow with a tip of his head to indicate the knight that Genny just beat up. "You got good backup now too." He adds with a gesture in the direction of his keep. "I wanted you t'know I don't hold nothing against you for what happened back there. You had t' follow your laws and your baron, even if he was a slimy little..." and he shakes his head, cutting off the tirade. "Sorry, Lady. Ain't right to speak ill of noble family, right?" he adds in an aside to Kiersten before focusing on the general fully once more. "Anyway... When things have settled down, I'd like to arrange for some training back and forth so we know what to expect when we gotta fight together. We could use some formal squad style skills, especially when I get more folks there, and you probably want at least a few folks trained to fight like my corby does. Seems like a fair deal to me." And with that offer, as well as the 'no hard feelings', he offers a bare hand to the man in a gesture of peace.

  His other hand makes a small gesture for Genny's eyes to pick up. Combat sign, rather than something more detailed. While the sign itself is 'target secure', she's used to him enough to know he's meaning he got everything he wanted, or close enough to it to be happy with the outcome.

  Hey... that's business too, right?

  The General exchanges a look with Kiersten before a smile crosses his craggy features. "I'd be glad to and glad again. Your folks fight like devils and it would be good for my men to get well and truly accustom to it. We'll give things some time to settle and then I'll hand pick a few men to make a journey out to your keep for a fort night or so." That settled he bows to both and goes to make sure the downed Knight doesn't need either a medic or a coroner.

  Genny nods when she sees the gesture, amusement still in her eyes. Her blood is high and she kisses Chago's cheek and then gives a curtsey to Kiersten. "I do think, we've done most everythin' what needs doin' here. At least there's na much more trouble I can think 'f ta cause this week."

  Chago comes as close to a bow as he ever usually bothers with for the General as the man heads off. "Good man. Takes care of his men, not just uses 'em. If he wasn't so damn duty bound, I'd try and steal him away." he jokes lightly as he slips an arm about Genny's hips with care.

  He leans into her then as his focus shifts more toward Kiersten again, to finish up one last bit of necessary business. "Do ya need anything else from us, Lady?" he asks as his fingers toy lightly with Genny's fur, enjoying her closeness while they're not either rushed or recovering for a change. "If not, we got a trod to explore, people t'talk to along it, and folks t'get back inta their world before they're... nucking futz." He hesitates only a second before he pops out the last bit in a touch of self editing. May as well be nice to the Baroness, right? At least in public anyway.

  Kiersten watches the two with amusement. It's amazing how much the Baroness has grown in the time they've known her, both in her personal power and her ability to be a real adult. Some of that is Shova, but much of it due to the pair of them and their affect on her life. She shakes her head. "I think we've accomplished much and it is good for you to go back and settle your home while I settle mine. You know you may call on us whenever needed, or visit when you are in the area. I would like to know that we remain friends as well as allies." And once that's concluded she slips off, finding Shova in the crowd and lowering her head to speak quietly with him.

  Genny leans into the affection, nearly purring in delight. Yeah. It's nice to be almost entirely back to fighting condition and to have a moment to breathe in all of this. She gives a little nod as Kiersten walks off before turning back to Chago. "Let's blow this joint then...I don't know 'bout you, but I'm fully ready ta be back home."

  Chago gives his own nod and a quiet "Count on it," barely biting off the additional 'Sweetcheeks' as she goes. Then his focus shifts to Genny, turning his head to see her as she speaks. After all, with the crowd her sparring built, having her right there on his blind side is nice. Especially when he's not got proximity to the nobles to keep someone with illusions of gain from trying something stupid. "Sounds good to me, babe. I want a bed and a night of relaxing for a change, and we can finally have that." he tells her before digging his nails into her fur a bit more roughly. "So... what does a satyr call a ranking leader? We know my title, but you ain't got enough teeth for the matching one." he teases as he starts leading her off by that arm about her hips.

  Genny snickers, letting him lead her away even as she rests a hand on his arm. Possessive? Maybe a little. Or maybe she just likes looking good on his arm and knows everyone is watching as they stalk off. "Satyr leaders?" She grins at that. "Well...we run in herds...tendency is ta' call the leader a pan...different from The Pan. Otherwise, we call the leader the one who doesn't step in anyone else's shite..."

  "All the more reason t'be glad I wear shitkickers then." Chago jokes with a stomp of one of his heavy boots as he walks, startling a passing sidhe into a tiny gasp at the 'horrible redcap', He gives a small shake of his head then, chuckling at the silly bit that he frightened as he continues. "Dunno if callin' ya a pan is a good idea. They might think ya got named after the thing ya use t'keep me in line." Not that she'd ever risk damage to a good pan by hitting him. "We'll come up with somethin' though. Worse comes t'worse, we can invent one. I know ya probably want a 'noble title' bout as much as I do." And yes, the sarcasm on 'noble title' is thick enough to cut.

  Genny snorts and inclines her head, the light catching on the horns with a red glint. "Oh yeah...let's just make up a title. I want a sidhe approved title the way I want a hole in my ver' cute head." She grins a bit. "Mmm...I'd nevah abuse a good pan that way. It might tempt ya inta eatin' it."

  "Aw hell no." Chago comes off with at once. "I ain't gonna eat your pans. Too much good stuff comes out of 'em. Besides, if I eat the good ones, I can't use 'em myself." he adds with a smirk. "Speakin' of usin' pans, I had an idea for what we can do when we get back to the mundane. Before we left Canuckia, I read 'bout this guy back in NYC had a damn good idea we could copy on this coast. We get a roach coach and go out in the evenings so we can hit a busy club. Maybe give the bouncer a freebie to get him to talk us up and we get Ben t'do one of them Twitter things for us of where we're gonna be. Hit different clubs on different nights, cook what we want when we want, and leave the damn thing parked when we gotta be here. Maybe do one of the other online things to post menus as we roll to attrack folks when we're ready."

  "Huh..." Genny takes that in with a thoughtful look. "Ain't a bad ider at all, an' na like we couldn't train a crew ta drive it either ifn we didn't wanna." She chuckles then. "Though requires that it's one bad ass food truck. I ain't cookin' out 'f some banana yellow volkswagon." Okay, so she's seen the Great American Food Truck Race at some point. Some of those vans are just horrid.

  Chago nods and smirks. "Really? Ya think you could get my ass in somethin' like that? I got some ideas. I'm thinking we'll get us somethin' that kicks it t'start off and turn a knocker loose on it. Get somethin' that works out t'be like a convict transport to have enough room, ya know?"

  The conversation continues as they hop a carriage provided for their use. Luther sits in the driver’s seat and gives them a nod as they climb aboard, turning the horses' heads towards home.