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WHO:Thistle and Lily
WHERE:Lily
WHEN: Day 9 morning

[KNOCK KNOCK ON THE BARN DOOR]

Good morning, Lily! Your requested maid service has arrived.

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... huh. Didn't think I ordered maids.

[from inside the door, suspiciously, and almost in tandem with Wolfwood]

I don't think we ordered maids.

Think that's just the Thistle kids making good on a trade.

I suppose that's fair, as we are lacking a uniform for Lupin to wear.

[only Lupin]

Regardless, we're here to help out, as requested.

Our what.

[he has some freshly grilled fish skewered on a tree branch. enough for all of Lily! hooray!]

What did you think you were ordering, then? Butlers?

[. . . . . . . LMFAO]

You didn't. But he did.

[jerks a thumb at Styx]

[holds up some skewered grilled fish!]

Do you like fish? These are for you.

What.

[...he's not getting up from where he's sitting for this but he'll nudge the door open a crack with his staff, fine]

'Preciate that. These guys could use more rest.

[spoilers: he is illusioning so hard that he is not lacking 2 days worth of sleep right now so, lmao.]

Y'think I'm just gonna go on an adventure with 'em without a trade?

[please. he's an assassin.]

Food-type gifts don't seem to raise your relationship points with Aides very much... you gain one social point...

Don't act cute enough to be maids.

I was merely joking. We've made a deal with Styx to help out around the house.

...I can't fault it. I suppose none of us are currently quite up to laundry.

[he seems a bit unhappy about the unexpected crowd into their space, though]

Styx asked us to help you out, so here we are.

Let's get down to the details, then. What do you need done?

[his eyes don't track the gesture (he really does not appear to be looking at any of Thistle at all when they come in, his head is turned in their direction but they're not focused right for that)

but Wolfwood is explaining, so Lupin gets a deep sigh]

Just ask before you go in anyone's bedroom, please.

W-we're not THAT far behind on our chore list...

[leaning a bit to say a bit quieter so Thistles can't overhear,]

Not just the limbs but everyone's wiped out. Figured a quid-pro-quo's better than somethin' like Bluebell foistin' everyone into a pile again.

[he totally has an illusion up to look less exhausted.]

How far behind are you? We'll burn through it, then get out of your hair.

. . . fine.

[YOU GET THE DOOR POKED OPEN WITH A STICK BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO STRUGGLE TO GET UP IN FRONT OF TEENAGERS]

Laundry, definitely.

[pointing at his white collar which is hella bloodstained]

Got a pile with holes and tons of blood we haven't been able to work on.

Food gatherin' since some people're havin' trouble with legs and arms.

... Well, i-it's been hard to do laundry...

( looks up from his mortar and pestle, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

looks down at his............ "desk" of vials, beakers, cloth pouches, tweezers, miscellaneous feathers that are very clearly from him, various assortments of herbs, cheesecloth, scissors...

it's a mess. even he is messy, with bits of greenery on him. )

... this is either incredibly coincidental or very passive-aggressive on someone's part.

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