{"id":26552,"date":"2025-09-25T10:48:59","date_gmt":"2025-09-25T14:48:59","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-09-25T10:48:59","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T14:48:59","slug":"event-1043","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/09\/25\/event-1043\/","title":{"rendered":"Dovie&#8217;s Hard Cider Tasting"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-09-24 21:34<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Dovie&#8217;s Hard Cider Tasting<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Wed Sep 24 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i>04W<i>10i<i>15ld<i>22 <span style=\"color:#5faf00\">Bl<span style=\"color:#5fafff\">o<b>05om <span style=\"color:#29b24d\"><span style=\"color:#2fb34f\"><span style=\"color:#36b552\"><span style=\"color:#3db755\"><span style=\"color:#44b957\">O<span style=\"color:#4bba5a\"><span style=\"color:#52bc5d\"><span style=\"color:#58be5f\"><span style=\"color:#5fc062\"><span style=\"color:#66c265\"><span style=\"color:#6dc367\">r<span style=\"color:#74c56a\"><span style=\"color:#7bc76d\"><span style=\"color:#81c96f\"><span style=\"color:#88cb72\"><span style=\"color:#8fcc75\">c<span style=\"color:#96ce77\"><span style=\"color:#9dd07a\"><span style=\"color:#a4d27d\"><span style=\"color:#abd480\"><span style=\"color:#abd480\">h<span style=\"color:#a4d27d\"><span style=\"color:#9dd07a\"><span style=\"color:#96ce77\"><span style=\"color:#8fcc75\"><span style=\"color:#88cb72\">a<span style=\"color:#81c96f\"><span style=\"color:#7bc76d\"><span style=\"color:#74c56a\"><span style=\"color:#6dc367\">r<span style=\"color:#66c265\"><span style=\"color:#5fc062\"><span style=\"color:#58be5f\"><span style=\"color:#52bc5d\"><span style=\"color:#4bba5a\">d<span style=\"color:#44b957\"><span style=\"color:#3db755\"><span style=\"color:#36b552\"><span style=\"color:#2fb34f\"><span style=\"color:#29b24d\">s <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">&#8211; <span style=\"color:#ff9e66\">J<span style=\"color:#ff9167\">u<span style=\"color:#ff8569\">i<span style=\"color:#ff786a\">c<span style=\"color:#ff6b6b\">e<span style=\"color:#fe6161\"> <span style=\"color:#fc5658\">&amp;<span style=\"color:#fb4c4e\"> C<span style=\"color:#f9563b\">i<span style=\"color:#f96c31\">d<span style=\"color:#f88128\">e<span style=\"color:#f8961e\">r<span style=\"color:#f8a22a\"> <span style=\"color:#f9af37\">B<span style=\"color:#f9bb43\">a<span style=\"color:#f9c74f\">r\/i<\/span\/span\/i>\/b<br \/><span style=\"color:#1e9935\">The juice and cider bar extends seamlessly from the greenhouse, resting in<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2f9d3a\">its own square room filled with light and greenery. At its center, a rustic<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#41a240\">bar made from a single wide plank of polished wood commands attention, the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#53a646\"> grain gleaming beneath a clear finish. Sturdy wooden stools with<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#65ab4c\">green-padded seats line the counter, while couches, tables, and chairs fill<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#76af51\">the space, creating cozy nooks and open spots for groups. To the north,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#88b457\">tall windows gaze onto Carnation Street, while to the south, wide panes<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#9ab85d\">frame the lush garden outside.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#acbd63\">Above the bar, a large chalkboard menu displays the day&#8217;s fresh-pressed<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#bdc168\">juices and small-batch ciders in clear hand-lettering, flanked by hanging<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#cfc56e\">wooden boards engraved with seasonal specials. Smaller framed menus rest on<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#e1ca74\">side tables, and a carved wooden sign blessing the place as Wild Bloom<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#f3cf7a\">Orchards hangs overhead.<\/span\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p>It is <span style=\"color:#808080\">night<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#008000\">66<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#008000\">18<\/span>C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f45\">t<span style=\"color:#394048\"> <span style=\"color:#39414b\">M<span style=\"color:#38424f\">a<span style=\"color:#384352\">p<span style=\"color:#374455\">l<span style=\"color:#374659\">e<span style=\"color:#36475c\"> <span style=\"color:#35485f\">a<span style=\"color:#344963\">n<span style=\"color:#334a66\">d<span style=\"color:#314b6a\"> <span style=\"color:#304d6d\">W<span style=\"color:#2e4e71\">o<span style=\"color:#2c4f74\">o<span style=\"color:#2a5078\">d<span style=\"color:#27527b\">c<span style=\"color:#25537f\">r<span style=\"color:#215482\">e<span style=\"color:#1d5586\">s<span style=\"color:#19578a\">t<\/span\/span\/span><br \/>\nThere is a waxing crescent moon.  <\/p>\n<p>Patience says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Fashionably late is overrated these days.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sophie clears her throat and gives Chance a smirk, &#8220;Don&#8217;t hold it against me that I started the chaos.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon stares at the participants in the conversation for a good couple seconds, looking like he&#8217;s at a loss for words. And instead of adding, he shrugs his shoulders and approaches the drinks, head tilting towards Dovie to say &#8220;You can give me any tickets that aren&#8217;t taken&#8230;&#8221; Before pointing a finger towards the blood in the glasses and asking &#8220;What&#8217;s this from?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Matthew arrives like wizards do, on-time and precisely where they are meant to be at all times. He&#8217;s wearing a wide grin, an arm around Malin&#8217;s back, the other lifted to wave at Dovie, Patience, Sophie, Chance, and Avalon. &#8220;Hey! Good to see everyone.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> waves to Matthew and hands him a ticket, reading number 6! <\/p>\n<p>Matthew says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh good. I hope number six is called, I want more of that mead again. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> waves to Malin and hands a ticket over, number 7! <\/p>\n<p>Patience offers a little wave to Matthew and Malin as they enter, but slowly she starts to drift over to a wall where wallflowering is appropriate. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie shakes her head at Dovie and stays quiet. <\/p>\n<p>Malin walks in alongside Matthew, smiling brightly over at Dovie. &#8220;A cider tasting sounds pretty delightful. The honeys were great, so I look forward to seeing what has been entered today.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Chance glances between Sophie and Dovie and then makes his way over toward the cider, opting to put his focus there for a moment. &#8220;Heya Matthew, Malin, good to see you both!&#8221; He then grabs one of the samples to try out the ciders. <\/p>\n<p>Malin gasps over the ticket number she&#8217;s received from Dovie, proclaiming, &#8220;Luck number seven,&#8221; before looking to Chance and those over-filled lips form a broad smile. &#8220;Hey, Chance, it&#8217;s great to see you, too.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> drifts from Malin&#8217;s side and begins to make the rounds, starting at the wallflowers as he approaches Patience. &#8220;Hey,&#8221; he says again, &#8220;you try any of the ciders yet?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin asks of Dovie, &#8220;Do we have to wait for like a certain time to try the ciders? Is there a countdown and then we have to slam them down?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not that&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> says dismissively before, simply approaching one of the growlers and having a drink <\/p>\n<p>Sophie does a happy dance, &#8220;Fuck..that Ginger one is..amazing.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> tells the crowd, &#8220;If anyone has ideas for more flavors, I&#8217;m certainly open to them! We&#8217;ll have juices added in the future as well. Landscaping is just taking awhile and we&#8217;re getting into the Fall season.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Patience shakes her head, but lifts the glass of thick red liquid she&#8217;s holding in a gesture of salute toward Matthew. &#8220;No. I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;re amazing but I&#8217;ll probably stick with something a bit more safe,&#8221; she confesses. &#8220;Maybe a sip or two eventually for Dovie&#8217;s sake and all her hard work.&#8221; There&#8217;s a small smile, friendly but restrained as she ponders a moment and then says, &#8220;I like Malin&#8217;s idea. Watch everyone chug and black out at the end of the night.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin points over at Patience, that slim forefinger held out while the remaining digits curl into her palm. &#8220;Atta girl!&#8221; she coos out in praise of Patience liking her idea. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> gets a growler of cucumber mint hard apple cider and sets it down next to the others, little slices of cucumber and crushed mint floating in the hard cider. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The blood wine, right?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> glances towards the arrangement of glasses and that wine, nodding his agreement for what Malin deems as a good plan. &#8220;She has the best ones, and yeah, this is totally one of Arachne&#8217;s!&#8221; He leans into the wall, taking a look of the group from this vantage and adds, &#8220;This is a good spot, can see a bit of everything. It&#8217;s good to see you Pax, you think you&#8217;ll be able to make it to the festival on Sunday? I know it may be a bit early in the day for you.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> turns to Avalon, &#8220;I hear you have a new puppy friend now! A Pomeranian? How are they adjusting?&#8221; she asks, curiously. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll make an effort.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Patience<\/span> tips her head and considers Matthew for a moment and then adds, &#8220;It&#8217;s good to see you too, actually.&#8221; It brings another smile, something a bit less edgy and a bit more genuine. &#8220;For what it&#8217;s worth, I voted for you.&#8221; Bringing her glass to her lips, she sips for a moment, and then wonders, &#8220;How&#8217;s it feel to be king?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon is momentarily distracted from the drink by Dovie, turning to her and shaking his head &#8220;Oh, no, that got nowhere&#8230; They wanted to give me a pomeranian because I said anything worked but the rat dog&#8230;&#8221; He comments with a shake of his head before clearing &#8220;But no, didn&#8217;t get one&#8230; I think there was two events, didn&#8217;t make it to the second&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin moves over towards where the drinks are displayed. After peering over each one, she proceeds to ask Dovie, &#8220;Is there a maple bacon one?&#8221; because who doesn&#8217;t want to drink bacon&#8230;? <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> blinks at Avalon. &#8220;Oh I thought&#8230; a woman had bid on the Pom for you, did you not want the Pom? She did seem rather enamored with it&#8230;&#8221; The Fairchild turns towards Malin, &#8220;No maple bacon, sadly. But we have maple pumpkin spice?&#8221; she offers in return. <\/p>\n<p>A carnivore, clearly, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> takes into consideration what Dovie offers instead. A deep inhale is taken in through her nostrils and she must settle. Gently, she nods in a confirming manner that she will have to submit to the likes of maple pumpkin instead of pig. &#8220;Very well,&#8221; gets exhales out past those filler enhanced lips and she samples some. <\/p>\n<p>Avalon tilts his head to a side in confusion, blinking a couple times before asking &#8220;Someone bid for me?&#8221; he pauses there for a second to think before asking &#8220;Who was that? I was just taking any dog&#8230; Didn&#8217;t need like, any specific or anything&#8230; Nor has anyone contacted me&#8221; And with a hum towards Dovie, he reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone to try and think who this could be <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m Fae-ling,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> is already punning it up, whether he&#8217;s saying feeling or failing harder to tell until he tacks on, &#8220;fantastic. It&#8217;s like Tom Petty said, it&#8217;s good to be king, if only just for a while.&#8221; He leaves it there, shoulders lifting a touch as he nods off towards the rest of the drinks, &#8220;I appreciate the vote of confidence. One of the first things I intend to do is get our bar nice and stocked with booze, cus I&#8217;mma start hanging out there and it can&#8217;t be bone dry!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There is&#8230; blood?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> offers back to Malin. Her gaze sweeps back to Avalon, who is given a nod and a hum in return. &#8220;Mmmmm, I don&#8217;t know her name&#8230;&#8221; She asks Chance and Sophie, &#8220;Were either of you at the yoga dog adoption the other night? And know who bid for Avalon? It&#8217;s the same woman who wanted the shiba.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>After swallowing down the maple pumpkin spice infused cider, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> pauses. Her tongue rubs against the roof of her mouth a few times as her palette is suffused with the finish of it all. &#8220;Oh, that&#8217;s not bad,&#8221; she decides, and then tells Dovie, &#8220;It&#8217;s quite good, really.&#8221; Then she asks Avalon, &#8220;Do you get bid on often? It it like one of those bachelor auctions?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin gestures to Chance and then to the various types of cider. &#8220;Which one is the best?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie pauses mid sip, &#8220;No I didn&#8217;t make it but I heard about it. I didn&#8217;t hear of anyone wanting the wild dog though.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bacon?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Patience<\/span> calls over to Malin, looking baffled for a moment before she just shakes her head. &#8220;Maple does sound nice though.&#8221; Then, she&#8217;s adding a drier warning of, &#8220;Heavy is the head&#8230;&#8221; But she notes, &#8220;I think you&#8217;ve got what it takes. I certainly didn&#8217;t.&#8221; Fingers slide back to the chain at her neck, then drop away as she shakes her head. &#8220;Free agent now. So you know &#8211; I&#8217;m busy but maybe if there&#8217;s things you need help with&#8230; in a limited scope, I might be able to do so.&#8221; Suddenly, her eyes are flaring and she takes a hurried step away from Matthew. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie points to Avalon. <\/p>\n<p>Chance samples a couple of the different ciders, taking a bit of a sip of one, and then waiting a little bit before trying another before he says to Sophie, &#8220;I think thus far, the maple pumpkin is my favorite, though the classic is also very good. I haven&#8217;t quite tried all of them. I&#8217;m not a ginger lemon fan so I&#8217;ll probably pass on that one, but I am sure that it will be great for those who like that particular combination.&#8221; He chuckles at Matthew and says, &#8220;Is it even a bar if it&#8217;s dry?&#8221; Shaking his head, he tells Dovie, &#8220;No. I wasn&#8217;t at either event. I was on shift during both of them.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods slowly at Chance and Sophie. &#8220;Unfortunately, little Mochi seems to be somewhat of an escape artist. I hope that Seraphina has located him.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bacon!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> manages to make that two syllable noun sing-songy as she pronounces it ever so happily. &#8220;Maple bacon soda. Maple bacon apple cider. It could totally be a thing. I&#8217;m sure of it.&#8221; In fact, she looks entirely convinced this would be a good thing to drink.  <\/p>\n<p>Looking back to Chance, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> waits to find out which drink is the best before sampling another. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie nods at Chance, &#8220;The maple is amazing. A delicious combination.&#8221; She gives Dovie a soft glance, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry to hear that. I hope he&#8217;s found.&#8221; She then corrects, &#8220;Shit..&#8221; Her gaze flits to Avalon, &#8220;Not dog, sorry. No disrespect meant.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin gasps suddenly, and then asks Avalon, &#8220;Have you ever used the pickup line &#8216;Ava lon you long time?'&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> chuckles at Malin a moment. &#8220;So many puns.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon scratches the back of his head in confusion, telling Malin &#8220;I don&#8217;t know&#8230; I cannot know how people go around bidding in my name&#8230; But I&#8217;m not missing money, so&#8230;&#8221; Then he sends a pretty slow text, typing like a grandpa, pressing the screen with a stiff index finger. He pauses once more, to perk his eyebrows in turn at Sophie and Malin, asking the later &#8220;What?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> is lifting a hand about to land it on Patience&#8217;s shoulder when she&#8217;s suddenly retreating from him like he&#8217;s patient zero and she couldn&#8217;t social distance fast enough. It leaves it hanging awkward, his eyes widening a touch like what just happened&#8211;an expression that lasts only so long before he smooths it right on back into casual Montrose charm. &#8220;Great, I&#8217;ll text you to see about what kinda things you like doing, develop a working relationship&lt;&#8221; he calls after the retreating woman and he turns to make way over to Dovie. <\/p>\n<p>Malin offers up a confirming nod to Chance. &#8220;I tried that one. It was great.&#8221; She winks at Dovie after, and then gazes at Avalon. &#8220;You know&#8230; the whole &#8216;love you long time&#8217; sort of line from &#8230; what was it? Full Metal Jacket or something? But you could totally fill it in with your name. Ava lon you long time.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sorry!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Patience<\/span> calls out, but she&#8217;s high-tailing it &#8211; not just away from Matthew &#8211; but away from the room, the group, the gathering as a whole. &#8220;Sorry! <\/p>\n<p>Malin is a special person. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie furrows her brow, watching the woman leave with obvious confusion. However she then shakes her head and returns to the cider. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> tells Malin, &#8220;I&#8217;m still dreaming about your birthday cake&#8230; and about beating all of your magically talented individuals at bowling!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> watches after Pax&#8217;s flight with no lack of confusion and then claims, &#8220;Pax wanted me to have her raffle ticket, Kingly perk I get two raffle tickets.&#8221; He says it straight faced and nodding with no lack of insistence at Dovie. &#8220;So, what&#8217;s the best one here?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon stares for a couple more seconds before saying &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what that is&#8221; Is told to Malin, pausing to think for a moment and saying &#8220;I guess it could work?&#8221; Then what seems to click into his head is what Sophie said, pointing a finger at her and saying &#8220;Not a dog anymore&#8230; I was once&#8230; Not currently&#8221; Probably got the wrong message from the sentence <\/p>\n<p>Chance says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">That cake was pretty amazing.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> blinks at the exit, &#8220;She did?&#8221; She turns her gaze back to the lined up growlers, letting out a hum. &#8220;I am partial to the tea one, but people say the cucumber is a sleeper hit. Try them all! I&#8217;m curious what you think!&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods in agreement with Chance and waves to Evalina, handing out a raffle ticket number 8! <\/p>\n<p>Malin laughs helplessly at Dovie. &#8220;Oh, that cake was pretty freaking amazeballs,&#8221; as she throws in &#8216;balls&#8217; probably because of the bowling, and she nods in agreement with Chance. &#8220;Absolutely fantastic,&#8221; she says, nearly swooning over the very thought of that baked good. As Avalon stares, she locks those blue eyes right back on his gaze. &#8220;Try it sometime. Then give me an update.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin provides a welcoming wave to Evalina, &#8220;Hello, dear person who can speak grammatically correct in both English and in French. There is no bacon flavoured cider,&#8221; as if that was actually a thing, &#8220;but there&#8217;s maple.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie shakes her head after sipping the cucumber, a confused glance following along with another sip. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m one to use pick up lines anyways&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> informs Malin with a shrug of his shoulders before returning to his drink, lifting up a hand in greeting of Evalina <\/p>\n<p>Evalina seems slightly exhausted as she walks in, then recovering quickly, as if entering some sort of performance mode, she begins by cheerily waving to Dovie, taking the ticket. &#8220;8! Right!&#8221; She grins. It is lovely to see you!&#8221; Beat. &#8220;And another lovely place.&#8221; She then smiles towards Malin, &#8220;Oh no, moi is so disappointed si.&#8221; She tells her with a grin. &#8220;I speak Japanese and Arabic as well.&#8221; She informs her with a wink, then moving up to the maple sider, &#8220;Would you recommend it?&#8221; Her hand waves to Avalon as well <\/p>\n<p>It is rather casually that <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> gestures towards Avalon and tells Matthew, &#8220;We need to kidnap him sometime to teach him what fun is.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> nods again Dovie, &#8220;Yeah she did. She&#8211;&#8221; he&#8217;s distracted when Malin speaks up, smiling at her words, &#8220;Oh, Avalon, you not been having fun, man? We will totalyl take you out on a fun ride around town. You like decorating houses?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Chance tries the cucumber first, since it is a sleeper hit and all, looking thoughtful as he considers the combination along with the mint and apple. His face says: undecided. Then he gives the lemon-ginger a try. &#8220;Oh, that&#8217;s.. yeah, that&#8217;s not for me.&#8221; He laughs and then says to Malin, &#8220;I think second best is the classic fizzy, and then I&#8217;m going with the chamomile apple blossom for third best. Cucumber&#8217;s probably tied for third. But I&#8217;m just.. not a lemon ginger guy.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin starts laughing over how Evalina replies to her. &#8220;Oui oui, mon mademoiselle &#8212; which means my manly young woman, but seems to be a popular phrase of choice in the chatroom by the Frenchies who&#8230; are not so good at the French.&#8221; There&#8217;s a small gasp of surprise. &#8220;Japanese and Arabic? Impressive.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;If you kidnap me, I will bite&#8230; And it&#8217;s not good&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> warns Malin with a perked eyebrow, which only grows more perked at Matthew and the house comment, tilting his head to a side and asking, confused &#8220;Uhh&#8230; Maybe? I can do taxidermy, if that counts&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> watches someone reaction and chuckles. &#8220;Which one was your first pick again? I missed it!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> watches Chance reaction and chuckles. &#8220;Which one was your first pick again? I missed it!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin shakes her head at Avalon. &#8220;You have never been kidnapped by me. Everyone thanks me afterwards. It is an experience to remember for the ages.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon nods to Sophie and tells &#8220;If you want to kill something&#8230; I doubt my society wants me to kill other members&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin listens to the wisdom that Chance offers about the ciders. &#8220;All right, I shall try them in this order.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> waves to Gabriel and hands him a ticket with the raffle number 10 on it! <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> glances at his phone then tucks it away, &#8220;Oh, that would be a good addition,&#8221; he nudges Malin, &#8220;I think taxidermied stuff would be fantastic to leave behind on our trips.&#8221; A moment after and he asks Dovie, &#8220;Which one should I start with?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Gabriel walks back in and collects a wine glass from a tray before also collecting a ticket on his way to mingle with the crowd. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, this is quite&#8230;. This is really quite warming and welcoming&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Evalina<\/span> murmurs as she tastes the maple cider, &#8220;I love this.&#8221; She straightens her back then, nodding to Malin, &#8220;Speaking your first language can be very challenging, it turns out.&#8221; She tells her, then blinking at Avalon, &#8220;Huh?&#8221; Her eyes redirect to Sophie, &#8220;You&#8217;re a courtier now?&#8221; She wonders, then moving onto another cider, taking some of the pumpkin before waving to Gabriel <\/p>\n<p>Evalina the cucumber, not the pumpkin* <\/p>\n<p>Malin smacks her lips some, and seems delighted by the classic cider. She nods to Chance, saying, &#8220;So far, you have been correct.&#8221; She flashes a wide smile at Evalina. &#8220;It&#8217;s an epidemic, it seems.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Gabriel lifts his glass in greeting to Evalina before getting momentarily distracted by his phone. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay, so&#8211;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> starts at the indicated cider, &#8220;There&#8217;s a whole order of things, I dig it. Thanks Dovie.&#8221; A grin is flashed towards Dovie and he upnods Evalina, a belated greeting to the newest arrival. <\/p>\n<p>Malin grins at Matthew once she&#8217;s felt the cooling and refreshing aftertaste of the cucumber infused cider. &#8220;Taxidermied stuff would leave a lasting impact.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Matthew says, after drinking the cucumber cider, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh. That&#8217;s refreshing and good. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She-&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> seems about to start explaining, before he simply shakes his head and trails off, letting it be and directing himself towards the cider, opining &#8220;I think the maple one too&#8221; And on the side, he tells Matthew &#8220;I need a bit of time to get them ready, but I do it with mist monsters, so it&#8217;s good for a scare&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin nods to Matthew. &#8220;It&#8217;s quite nice.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> grins at Sophie, &#8220;Good call.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> beams at Matthew. &#8220;So you like the cucumber mint too??&#8221; She seems pleased before she turns towards the other Fairchild. &#8220;I see, not to worry! I&#8217;ll always have room for you, if you want, Chance. Family first and all. How are you finding the city so far?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Evalina offers Matthew a waggle of fingers, &#8220;It&#8217;s good to see you, King Moo.&#8221; She teases him with a grin, &#8220;The cucumber one is my favorite yet I think, even if the maple is more comforting, I just really like easy-to-drink alcohol&#8230;&#8221; She tries another. &#8220;Oh, this one is really good too.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie give Matthew a little dip of her head, &#8220;I have my uses.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh&#8230; that&#8217;s so good.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> looks like he intends to go in for seconds when he&#8217;s gotten that classic cider, a big fan of that one as well. &#8220;I for sure like that one, and this one,&#8221; is his reply for Dovie. Evalina&#8217;s greeting earns her a bright smile, and a wink, &#8220;Mooooooooved, to hear that,&#8221; he says, sincerely and then the Montrose&#8217;s eyes are on the next growler before him: chamomile apple blossom. <\/p>\n<p>Chance circles back to the ciders to snag another one of the pumpkin spice. It does seem that he&#8217;s chosen a winner, at least as far as he&#8217;s concerned. He grabs it and takes a sip before he nods to Dovie and says, &#8220;Just feeling everything out so far. Starting to find my feet. But I need to check in with the Court. Now that my shoulder&#8217;s healed up and I&#8217;m PTing my way back in shape.. I feel like I need to start doing more.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin admits, &#8220;I kind of like the ginger one, just because&#8230; I feel like it would make me really drunk, really fast.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew&#8217;s<\/span> finger lifts into the air after, mulling the flavors over, finger twitching to the left, then the right, points indicated in the air before he nods. &#8220;Also very delicious.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> beams at Matthew, nodding. &#8220;All of the above is also an acceptable answer,&#8221; she chuckles before turning to Chance with a nod. &#8220;Good, I&#8217;m glad to hear that. Injuries can be terrible things. We have a proper medic and doctor with the Court as well if ever you need.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Towards Sophie, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> asks, &#8220;You opened up a coffee shop recently, right? Do you serve pumpkin spice items?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem sidles in, settling at the bar with a nod over to Matthew, giving a little salute. <\/p>\n<p>Malin offers up a flash of a smile to Jakem before she&#8217;s going in to try another taste of that cider that apparently wants a one night stand. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie gives Dovie a little nod, &#8220;My menu for it goes live this weekend. We&#8217;ve got seasonal fall items for both. Milkshakes and lattes.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So do I do the pumpkin or the ginger after the blossom?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> wonders of Dovie. He glances as Sophie speaks, &#8220;Oh your menu is seasonal?&#8221; is wondered of his assistant, &#8220;what season is in there now?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> advises to Matthew. &#8220;I would suggest you do the ginger lemon and then the maple pumpkin spice last!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem pours something from flask into one of the growlers that&#8217;s near him, then grabs it and pours something for himself, nodding to Malin in return. &#8220;So which one&#8217;s the fave right now?&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>Evalina gives Malin a look, &#8220;So, are you Queen Malin now? Since you&#8217;re with King Moo?&#8221; She wonders of her. &#8220;Could you two adopt me? Always wanted to be a Princess.&#8221; She jests with a little grin, &#8220;The classic is good&#8230;&#8221; She tries the chamomile, then shakes her head. &#8220;Not huge on this one. The tea aftertaste does little for me&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie glances at Matthew, &#8220;I&#8217;ve got a fall menu going up this weekend. Then I&#8217;ll change it up for a Christmas one.&#8221; A proud little smile follows, &#8220;I figured it would keep it interesting. We do have some set standard ones for those who just want a plain coffee or a simple fruit milkshake.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, they don&#8217;t have maple bacon flavoured,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> informs Jakem rather unhelpfully as she gestures towards the selection of ciders with a slender right hand. &#8220;But the maple one is pretty divine, and I feel like the ginger one has the most alcohol involved.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll definitely take that up next time it happens,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Chance<\/span> chuckles to Dovie. Not if. When. &#8220;But for now, recovery&#8217;s going well. And hey, apparently with all the upcoming pumpkin spice I could want. Perfect fall.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie then adds, &#8220;While also working the Fall festival and catering the Solstice ball..&#8221; Her head shakes, &#8220;Chaos weekend.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Upon seeing Jakem entering and joining the bar, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> seems to have a light bulb moment and he asks the green-haired man &#8220;Were you on the second auction for the dogs thing? Do you know who was apparently bidding for me?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> reaches for the ginger cider, following Dovie&#8217;s advice. What Evalina says is earning his agreement, nodding along with her about the flavors and he says, &#8220;I think Eva shares my tastes, but first&#8230;&#8221; up that ginger-lemon goes, &#8220;I suspect this one may give cucumber a run for its money on being my favorite.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Arachne nominated me as Queen, actually,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> replies to Evalina. &#8220;But I do not have the time to be in a position of leadership, so I can be the&#8230; girlfriend of the King, whatever that is. Is that a concubine, technically?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin grins at Jakem. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> spies Esme and upnods her, flashing a smile. &#8220;Hey, Esme!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> waves to Esme. &#8220;Hey there!&#8221; She hands over a raffle ticket that says 11. &#8220;Just in time! Help yourself to the tasting! Maple Pumpkin Spice, Ginger Lemon, and Cucumber Mint are all vying for top!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Evalina blinks at Malin, &#8220;Arachne didn&#8217;t want to be queen anymore?&#8221; She wonders, &#8220;Either way I retract my request, I think I&#8217;d rather not be the daughter of the King and his Concubine actually&#8230; Sounds like recipe to be murdered in a succession struggle.&#8221; She claims with a light hearted chuckle. She gives Esme a cheerful smile and wave as she enters, then noticing Jakem, gives him a friendly wave too, &#8220;Well King Moo, I think this ginger one is&#8230; interesting? Good for a cold day. But I think my preference has to be the cucumber.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Gnos doesn&#8217;t seem too concerned with the logs. It&#8217;s not like he&#8217;s got nearly as much to lose as some rich girl. He does keep quiet though, security that walks right in can be a bother. Particularly if they can get a call out. He turns to look at Ayumi, trying to gauge her next move. Showering? All right. Not a threat. <\/p>\n<p>Esme slinks into the bar, admiring the place. She flashes a smile toward Matthew and waves to him and the group in general. &#8220;Hey everyone!&#8221; She peruses the ciders.&#8221; This place is pretty great, Dovie.&#8221; She adds, sampling a couple things. <\/p>\n<p>Evalina corrects Sophie, &#8220;Sex community group.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> beams at Esme, nodding, though as she overhears the nearby conversations, the Fairchild seems confused. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods agreeably to Evalina &#8220;Indeed, we&#8217;re rebranding ourselves, what with our recent community service activities and new dedication to the arts.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Avalon &#8220;I wasn&#8217;t at any dog auction, sorry mate.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin also waves to Esme in a cheery manner, and then she nods to Evalina. &#8220;It&#8217;s the new season, so we elect a new King or Queen. And everyone sort of puts their bid in, and Arachne, for some reason unbeknownst to me, chose me. I already got elected the previous season and stepped down promptly. I was queen for four days before I even noticed! I told them to never do that again to me.&#8221; She blinks several times in quick succession at Sophie. &#8220;What?&#8221; Her head shakes and she looks back at Evalina. &#8220;You can be our adopted daughter. That&#8217;ll earn you a palanquin or something.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Consort?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Chance<\/span> says to Malin as to who the girlfriend of the King would be. &#8220;Queen Consort if you were married, I think.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon huhs, tilting his head to a side, and scratching the back of it &#8220;Oh well&#8230; I will find out eventually I guess&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Chance waves to Esme and says, &#8220;Hey, Esme. How&#8217;s it going? Try the pumpkin spice.&#8221; He&#8217;s still gonna plug his favorite. <\/p>\n<p>Malin mms and nods in agreement with Chance. &#8220;That is the word I am looking for. Forgive me, in my native tongue our words are not so kind. Nipples, for example, translate to &#8216;breast warts&#8217; after all. This is why Swedish is not part of the Romance Languages.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods at Sophie, telling Avalon. &#8220;Celestine has the Pom.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Congrats on that by tha way, Matt.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Esme<\/span> adds about the King stuff between sips. &#8220;I dunno, Chance &#8211; the lemon&#8217;s pretty good so far&#8230;&#8221; She grins toward Chance before trying the pumpkin spice. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> nods alongside to Malin&#8217;s words and declares, &#8220;Yes, she&#8217;s my concubine.&#8221; He sounds very proud about it and everything, drifting over towards her to wrap an arm around her shoulder. &#8220;The Royal concubine. No queen. No others, just my royal concubine!&#8221; Then he&#8217;s looking for the next one on the list. <\/p>\n<p>Sophie scoffs and shakes her head, &#8220;Breast warts. I can&#8217;t..unhear that..&#8221; A soft chuckle continues to follow, &#8220;I&#8217;ll never understand the court.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think I even know her&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> says, even more confused now than before, shrugging his shoulders and adding &#8220;As long as they don&#8217;t come asking for money&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oooh, a palanquin&#8230; Now that&#8217;d be a lovely way to get around the mists&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Evalina<\/span> murmurs to Malin in approval. She then blinks at her as she speaks to someone else before asking Matthew, &#8220;Don&#8217;t you just love breast warts?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> takes the next draft, finger in the air. &#8220;This is interesting. I think my favorites of the night are ginger and then cucumber followed by the classic.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> looks at Evalina very seriously and says, &#8220;I love them.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;People think they are funny, because I didn&#8217;t want the rat one&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> tells Esme as if this made perfect sense, shaking his head before telling &#8220;I just said I&#8217;d keep any that were left at the end&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;For us less than..can someone explain what a Penguin..palanquin..is?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Sophie<\/span> asks with a groan. <\/p>\n<p>Malin informs Sophie, &#8220;A litter.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie blinks. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem glances at his phone &#8220;Oh, I gotta head out to pick someone up. Put my vote in for the maple one, by far and away the best in my humble opinion.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;d need at least four burly servants, too,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> relays to Evalina. &#8220;It would be quite the ensemble. Impressive, really.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon pauses to listen at Dovie, before posing &#8220;But that&#8217;s the rat one&#8230; Cannot hunt with that one- Nor does it make for a meal&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Swedish sounds like an interesting, if potentially traumatizing language,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Chance<\/span> says to Malin with a laugh. Then he says to Esme, &#8220;It seems like the ginger is definitely a crowd favorite. That&#8217;s okay. It just means there&#8217;s more maple for me.&#8221; He does not seem at all disappointed by this. <\/p>\n<p>Esme takes a few extra minutes mulling over the ciders, giving Avalon a wry grin. &#8220;Poor chihuahua.&#8221; She settles into one of the stools, &#8220;Mm. I think the lemon one is mine. Pumpkin spice ain&#8217;t bad but I&#8217;m ah sucker for lemon.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods in agreement with Esme, mentioning, &#8220;I&#8217;m very excited for Seraphina to do another adoption drive.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, there are so many words that one who speaks English might read and think&#8230; &#8216;dear god.'&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> is assuring this to Chance. &#8220;Take for example s-l-u-t s-p-u-r-t,&#8221; she spells that last part off. &#8220;It sounds like the end of a dry spell, but it really just means that there is a clearance sale going on.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> drifts over towards Chance, &#8220;Hey man,&#8221; he says, &#8220;been meaning to reach out to you. You got some time tomorrow to meet up, you think?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme snickers as she overhears Malin&#8217;s brief language lesson. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think I&#8217;d slap someone in the face if they said that word to me&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Evalina<\/span> mutters to herself <\/p>\n<p>Malin smiles over at Matthew, and she tells him, &#8220;Slut,&#8221; which she pronounces as &#8216;sloot&#8217; and why she obviously mentioned people reading it to misunderstand, &#8220;Does mean final. And spurt is like the last sprint of a race by itself.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ohhh, also&#8230; a fast car is called a Fart Monster,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Malin<\/span> reveals. <\/p>\n<p>Esme nods in agreement with Gabriel. &#8220;Lemon one&#8217;s great yeah.&#8221; She seems to remember something and pulls something from her pocket, passing it over. &#8220;Here, try this at some point, lemme know how ya like it. Might wanna mix it with the blood wine or somethin&#8217; for the full effect.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Chance laughs and says, &#8220;Today I have learned at least two things that I did not expect to learn.&#8221; Then his attention turns to Matthew as he makes his way over. &#8220;Hey. Yeah, definitely. I should be around.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That thing fell asleep whi-&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> starts telling Esme before shaking his head a couple times and saying &#8220;That&#8217;s no proper dog&#8230;&#8221; Before tuning in to the conversation for a moment and nodding along, allowing only a little &#8220;Makes sense&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Evalina sits down now that she&#8217;s done with all the ciders, relaxing on the bar top just a little much, burring her face in her arms for a good long while. <\/p>\n<p>Gabriel turns the little shard over in his hand before he tells Esme, &#8220;That looks.. interesting. Yeah I&#8217;ll definitely try that later and let you know how it is.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> smirks at Malin, mirth in his eyes, quiet and content to listen while she continues with the language lesson with the class. <\/p>\n<p>Malin leans into Matthew, willing to let others share whatever they like unless pressed for more horrendous Swedish words. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew&#8217;s<\/span> arm is around Malin the moment she&#8217;s leaning against him, looking further pleased and content. &#8220;Oh, I want to buy some of the ginger and lemon, too,&#8221; he says to nobody in particular. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> clears her throat, announcing to those gathered. &#8220;It sounds like ginger lemon hard cider is a big winner tonight! I thank you all for coming! I have a bunch of prizes to raffle off, so let&#8217;s get started.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>The Fairchild starts to spin a golden cage filled with tickets and pulls out&#8230; <span style=\"color:#ffff00\">11<\/span>! &#8220;I believe that&#8217;s Esme! Would you like the mystery gift or a gift certificate for $200 for a tailored item?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme blinks in surprise as Dovie calls her name. &#8220;Oh! Uhh fuck I can&#8217;t resists ah mystery. Mystery gift!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> claps for Esme, &#8220;Nice!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Malin cheers for her favoured boozy cider, and then applauds Esme, pairing her claps with an approving wolf whistle. <\/p>\n<p>Matthew says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I&#8217;d go for the mystery gift too. Good choice. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>An employee wheels out a dolly with a potted tree on it, giving it to Esme as <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> claps. <\/p>\n<p>Esme uses a <span style=\"color:#388c19\">p<span style=\"color:#408c19\">o<span style=\"color:#488c18\">t<span style=\"color:#508c18\">te<span style=\"color:#588c18\">d<span style=\"color:#618d17\"> <span style=\"color:#698d17\">m<span style=\"color:#718d17\">e<span style=\"color:#798d16\">d<span style=\"color:#818d16\">iu<span style=\"color:#898d16\">m<span style=\"color:#928e15\"> <span style=\"color:#9a8e15\">s<span style=\"color:#a28e15\">i<span style=\"color:#aa8e14\">z<span style=\"color:#b28e14\">ed<span style=\"color:#ba8e14\"> <span style=\"color:#c38f14\">f<span style=\"color:#c38f14\">r<span style=\"color:#c08713\">u<span style=\"color:#be8012\">it<span style=\"color:#bc7811\"> <span style=\"color:#ba7110\">t<span style=\"color:#b8690f\">r<span style=\"color:#b6620e\">e<span style=\"color:#b45a0d\">e<span style=\"color:#b2530c\"> b<span style=\"color:#b04b0b\">e<span style=\"color:#ad440a\">a<span style=\"color:#ab3c09\">r<span style=\"color:#a93508\">i<span style=\"color:#a72d07\">n<span style=\"color:#a52606\">g <span style=\"color:#a31e05\">a<span style=\"color:#a11704\">p<span style=\"color:#9f0f03\">p<span style=\"color:#9d0802\">l<span style=\"color:#9b0101\">es<\/span\/span\/span>: <span style=\"color:#dafbf7\">A silv<span style=\"color:#ddf8f4\">ery mis<span style=\"color:#e0f7f1\">t curls<span style=\"color:#e3f5ee\"> at the<span style=\"color:#e6f3eb\"> base <span style=\"color:#e9f1e8\">of the <span style=\"color:#ecefe5\">apple t<span style=\"color:#efede2\">ree, va<span style=\"color:#f2ebdf\">nishin<span style=\"color:#f5e9dc\">g when <span style=\"color:#f8e7d9\">you loo<span style=\"color:#fbe5d6\">k too c<span style=\"color:#ffe3d4\">losely.<\/span\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew&#8217;s<\/span> mouth hangs open, shocked by the plant, &#8220;You sell that in your shop, Dovie?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sophie applauds softly. <\/p>\n<p>Esme looks over the potted apple tree with interest. &#8220;Huh.&#8221; She grins, peering a little closer. &#8220;This is cool. Maybe I&#8217;ll start ah rooftop garden for tha loft.&#8221; She laughs. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> claps for Esme and tells the crowd. &#8220;We have four more giveaways!&#8221; She nods at Matthew. &#8220;Sure do! If you purchase one, you&#8217;ll need to contact me so I can have an arcanist enchant it, but yes! Orange and apple trees are available!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;For sure,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> says, &#8220;I think I need one of each.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> spins the raffle ticket cage again and comes out with a&#8230; <span style=\"color:#ffff00\">9<\/span>! &#8220;Teagan!&#8221; She looks around. &#8220;I think Teagan is still unable to join given she&#8217;s in the hospital, but I will give her her certificate later.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon huhs for a moment &#8220;Enchant it? 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And those who won gift certificates, feel free to redeem any time with me!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh hey, is this Mochi?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Chance<\/span> asks as he wanders over to where the little Shiba is, crouching down to offer a hand to the puppy for smelling before he reaches out to give hte pup a little scritch. &#8220;Hey there. Did you escape? Glad you were found.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon glances around for a good couple seconds, seemingly taking note of people before asking with some curiosity &#8220;He&#8217;s the only fae that landed one, right?&#8221; Thinking some more before adding &#8220;If it had landed on Sera, it would have completely eluded us&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods eagerly at Chance. &#8220;It is! And you have Seraphina to thank for finding this little escape artist!&#8221; The Fairchild nods at Evalina, &#8220;Thank you! 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