Sanna Manor is currently undergoing a deep summer cleaning. This mainly started due to a family dinner where it was found after the fact that pudding had managed to make its way into the rafters of the Giant Hall. Most of the staff and residents are still curious to who got the pudding up there. However, upon finding the hardened mass and sending the unfortunate Ansgar, who drew the short straw, up to knock it down. Caused a bit of a stir with the Marquessa, and now as Cirroch puts it, /all the collections are coming out./

This may also give reason to open the doors of the manor and invite anyone that is interested in the collections, or who have heard of them in passing, or simply would like to have a drink and possibly some conversation.

Look, the doors to the manor are open. Cirroch is yelling because he has been told to stay in the Giant Hall. Things should be interesting.

Teague comes in quickly with Neve with a little chuckle as he is lead into the hall by Neve."Indeed. She is an amazing woman!" The voice of the large man is coming out with passion, as he grins at the owner of the love of his wife."Now than, what brings such kind words to your lips, Cirroch." His eyes twinkle, as he is moving forward clapping the man on the shoulder, as he starts to look for the wife with a wide smile."It seems you are well loved, one has to feel honored. Now where are the trouble makers, I wish to teach them more tricks." His voice is calls out wiht passion, as he grins at the room."Do you have any rum, my thrist is great from three spars back to back."

Sasha is in the process of having her staff help carry out the plushie basket as well as her dollhouse with all of her figurine. A bright smile is curling her lips as she is gesturing for where the items are to be open. Her hands moving to carefully open the doll house up fully. Of course her vast collections of teas, cakes and over delightful things to nibble upon and her vat liquor, alcohol and wine collection is upon display.

They had Caprice at 'displayed collections,' really. Something about horses? Rocks? Rocking horses? Doesn't matter! Light footsteps carry the woman into the hall, green eyes bright with interest at all she takes in, though of course, it's the as-yet-unknown host(s) she's really seeking out, first.

Cirroch is in his house lounging attire, a long flowing umbra and aeterna robe with leaves and vines embroidered in white on the umbra black outer level. The inside is lined with aeterna white. The lounging trousers have most of the bone buttons closed on the legs, leaving his ankles exposed. Then finished off with a tailored tight fitting vest in Sanna house colors. He nods to Teague, then says hello to Neve and Caprice by putting his right hand to his heart and bowing to the ladies as they arrive. "Welcome to Sanna House, Marquis Cirroch Sanna, of Giant's Reach March." as he stands back up, he turns to shout down one of the hallways.

Cirroch shouts from nearby, "Poppet? Are these all of them? and can I have a drink now?"

Neve looks to the large Cirroch "Oh! Can we love her too?" She unlinks arms then catching sight of the wife she blinks "Oh my..she is so very pretty. Eeee, look at that beautiful hair! Wait..what is that tiny house?" She blinks, eyes widening as she rushes over and points at the opening dollhouse "It's opening! OhMiGosh!" leaning over to peer inside then squeals excitedly. "There's..there's tiny makebeleive people in there!"

Teague chuckles softly watching Neve with a hearty laugh, as he moves towards the alchol. He is a man of few desires in life, but the man one is drink and smoke. His hand is picking up a rum slowly pouring it into a glass, as he looks around the hall. His eyes watching people more than the collection, as he walks towards Cirroch now placing his hand on his shoulder."Hello agian Marquis Cirroch Sanna, I wish to battle you again. I have gotten more powerful in my spars, and I wish to battle your ax. Soon, not at this moment of course. You have guests." His eyes watching the room, as he looks at Caprice studying her for a moment."I'm Lord Teague Charon, at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you." His eyes moving along each item with a nod, as he looks over at Sasha."You have many items, it most have taken quiet sometime to gather each of them. It is very impressive."

Sasha laughs fondly before she responds, "Yes my love, why not have some of the whiskey? And I think that is most of them?" She blushes a bit and giggles softly before she is moving to look over her teas, hmming as she ponders which she is in the mood for. She looks to Teague with a bright smile, "I suppose that is indeed so. I just like my things. The plushies and the dollhouse have been passed down onto the children and I am always willing to share of my collections of imbibing." Her hands gesturing towards the tea and that two cabinet and one wine rack collection of alcohols. She smiles to Neve as she says, "I have had this collection for a long time. Did you have any questions about it?"

Cirroch's bow earns a courtly curtsey in turn, albeit managed with a shorter skirt than might be typical in more formal affairs. "Marquis Sanna," Caprice greets him, rising again, "how very kind of you and the Marquessa to open your home, thank you for the invitation. Caprice Artiglio, Disciple of Jayus, clothier to House Velenosa." Cheating out slightly, a second curtsey is offered Teague's way in response to his introduction, "Ah, it's my pleasure, Lord Charon! I've the good fortune of being acquainted with your Countess, and the Lord Fidel Charon as well."

Neve eyes the tiny people "It's not magic is it? Like you shrunk people into tiny and put them in there? Look at that clothing!" She gasps out loudly as she sees the basket of blushies. "Wow! You have Timmy the goat! I remember the real Timmy the goat, he tried to chew on my skirt! He was crazy!" She gasps again "That Kraken would so be the Blackshore family! So, so many! This is very impressive!"

Teague nods slowly towards Caprice as he drinks the rum with gulps. He is from the north manners are for others."Now that it is good to meet you, Caprice Artiglio. It is good to know my Countess and the lord Fidel. They are my cousins." He turns towards Sasha now with a warm smile. "It is very lovely. I have found a musicharmingI may wish to play music for the marriage. If you still wish to assist with that, I sent you a messenger on it. But, that can be discussed later. You have an army and weapons for the art of plushie combat. I have seen the skills of such power. In their hands, it is frightening to behold." His voice is teasing as he grins over at her before his eyes move once more to the lord of the manor.

Cirroch laughs to Teague as more people filter in, "We'll find a time to spar again yet, Lord Teague. As you were here for the dinner, did you happen to see who threw pudding at the rafters?" He looks up to the center of the roof rafters over the table where a small lump of hardened lemon pudding now sits. "The children have dubbed it the best dinner yet." He then looks around to see if any of them are trying to sneak up with a plushie.

Sasha blinks a bit at the question from Neve before she bursts out laughing, "I assure you, they were crafted and it is not magic. Not that I know of at the very least. And thank you. I take a lot of pride in my collections." She looks to Teague as she responds, "I received your missive about it and I wrote Master Braxas. I am just awaiting for them to send me a missive in turn. And yes, I do have a little army and plenty of plushies at their disposal should the need ever strike." She then looks to Caprice with a fond smile, "Messere Caprice, it is wonderful that you could make it. Any of the collections in specific peeking your interest?" She happily laughs before she muses, "Of course the children thought it was the best dinner, everyone was practically covered in cake!" More joyous, soft laughter leaving her lips as her hand moves up to feign trying to hide it.

Another dipped curtsey for Sasha, Caprice drifting aside unobtrusively as the nobles chat amongst themselves and she turns her delighted focus to the dollhouse, one ear still turned to keep abreast of the conversation - and to catch names of any other arrivals in order to make more acquaintances. As for the Marquessa's question, she answers without shame after a cursory inspection of the doll collection, "I've a certain fondness for this depiction of J- is that -Ferrando-?"

"The war of the cake, and knowledge of the actions are only for the winners Cirroch. You are the enemy. We pushed you back for the victory of the true Mistress of the house." Teague nods slowly with a pleasant smile as he winks at Sasha."So, you will have to send your diplomatic party to speak with the conquerors of the war of the cake.." His voice is filled with mirth, as his head is thrown back with a wicked chuckle that fils the hall."They are right. It was the best dinner. It was a victory. That is the best of anything to come back with no harm to your own soldiers." His eyes moving over watching Neve."I hope it is not magic. I like my size, and to be a doll would reduce my scary factor. By 95 percent of that is due to my size, and my stern eye look."

Isabetta having entered with arms hooked with Neve, she observes silently next to the generally more animated lady. Her lips press together at mention of cake and murmurs, "I am beginning to think a cake fight is in order at some point." She flits her eyes toward Teague but then falls back into silent brooding about cake fights and observation.

Sasha laughs softly at Caprice's questions and responds, "It is yes. I believe I acquired that through those old goodie bags that Master Magpie use to do. I truly miss those. I love to collect things." Her eyes look to Cirroch for a moment, her cheeks coloring with a softly giggle before she is looking towards Teague as he speaks. And she giggles in delight as she is declared victorious of the dinner. Her cheeks flushing more as she tries to hold back more laughter, "Yes. The stern eye look is indeed needed and the height. I assure you the maker of those told me she crafted them and she is no longer with us. At least some of them. Others, as I mentioned, I acquired from the grab bags of long ago." She brightens up as she gracious mentions, "You mean this very instance?" She begins to move towards her cake cart with mirth echoing in her eyes.

Cirroch looks to Teague for a moment, then breaks into a smile. "Ah, but that was only one of the battles of a longer war. I surrendered to the attack for that one." Isabetta's entrance catches his ear and he turns to her to welcome her to the house, with a bow and his right hand going to his heart. Which also has a whiskey glass in in. "Welcome to Sanna Manor, I am Marquis Cirroch Sanna, of Giant's Reach March. Over there is my lovely Poppet, Marquessa Sasha Sanna. And these are her collections." He gestures around the many shelves and cabinets. "Let's see, we also have Lord Teague here next to me, with Lady Neve admiring the children's dollhouse, and Caprice. As far as a cake fight, please see Poppet for her proclamations of what can be used as a shield."

Neve asks "Can we pick up and hug the plushies? Is that okay? Except for Timmy, he's an evil little jerk. You could always see it in his eyes!" She looks towards Caprice when her name is mentioned. "Oh! Your Caprice? Hello! I'm Neve!" She points at herself "Though..I guess you were just told that. Um..hi."

Teague nods slowly as he watches everyone in the home now as he chuckles with a wicked chuckle."Now then we are going to be warring, with cake once!" His hand is resting on his belt as he looks at Isabetta and then over at Neve."Shall we start this war now or later?" His hand brings that rum to his lips as he slams it down now with a wicked chuckle once more."So you lost the battle, not the war. I see will. I wish you better luck at the next battle."

Sasha offers a nod as she mentions, "Rules of cake wars. One, you can not use the furniture or flatware as a shields. Nor anything in my collections! Second, no cake is off limits for being thrown, no matter how messy!" And now she is diving her hand directly into that infamous cake Lottie makes, the Molten Lava Chocolate Cake and she is scooping up a hefty handful of that gooey chocolate. "That said. You're it!" And she attempts to throw that gooey chocolate towards Isabetta with a bright smile. Thankfully she is wearing aeterna so her outfit won't stain.

Sasha checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Sasha marginally fails.



Splat. The thing is Isabetta never expects anyone to be quite so willing to be childish as she is, so she doesn't even move or try, the thought seems to not cross her mind, not for a moment. The throw maybe bad, but cake doesn't stay together anyway, so yes she is smeared in the stuff. Blinks a couple of times, looks herself over. "You of course realize this means war." She says, without any apparant awareness of the cliche nature before marching over to the cake to get some in her own hands, eww, messy, and fling it right back at Sasha. The cake of course does not stay together at all.

Isabetta checks dexterity and etiquette at easy. Isabetta marginally fails.

Cirroch checks perception and dodge at normal. Cirroch is successful.

Neve checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Neve is marginally successful.

Neve checks composure and etiquette at normal. Neve is marginally successful.

Teague checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Teague marginally fails.

Neve checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Critical Success! Neve is spectacularly successful.

Teague checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Teague is marginally successful.

Cirroch spots Atoli under the table and smiles to her as she tries to not be seen. As Sasha dives for the cake he is ducking and moving towards the cake tray. "Oh, we're just jumping in this time?"

Atoli giggles from under the table and starts to climb out, "Momma! Startsies!"

Teague moves quickly he is hit squarte in the chest with a bit of cake from one of the little ones, he does not notice which one. He is diving for part of the cake, his large arm is reaching scooping and launching it to Sasha with a decent aim as he looks over at Cirroch."This time, I'm on your side of the war." His with a stern sound as he chuckles, rolling around the ground.

Sasha grins and laughs as she is having cake thrown back at her, "Naturally! Bring it on my lady!" More joyous laughter as she is grabbing at more of the cake and trying to throw it at Teague now. She playfully calls out to Teague, "Traitor! Turncoat, how dare you switch sides."

Sasha checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Sasha marginally fails.

Cirroch checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Botch! Cirroch is simply outclassed. This is monumentally beyond them and the result is ruinous.

Neve yelps "No! Not Miss Lottie's cakes, they are for eating, not for fighting! I have to save one for eating later!" She takes one, and tries to run off with it. However..she trips yelping out loudly. The cake goes flying, not a little, a handfull, but the entire cake - it sails through the air, on a whim, on a prayer it just doesn't care. Sailing through the sky, as if it could fly. It sails upward unto heights a cake of it's kind had never make. But then it all comes down, as if crashing to the ground. One would think slow, one would think hard. But instead of the ground Cirroch's head is found. Plop and glop and flop it abounds! Landing on the tall man's head, the cake explodes all around! From frosting, to filler, to yellow cake guts go asunder! All over the place it flies, the collateral damage of a cluster. Baked goods fly, all with their might, splattering anything even remotely around Cirroch with just a little sweet delight. Neve on the ground, looking up with wonder. Frosting in her hair, her dress, even her ribbons is the cost for her blunder.

Teague dives as he rolls around the ground as he looks over at Sasha with the cake is missing him, as he grins."I go to the place that had an allies, for he was outnumbered last time." As he stands up watching now as the ending of the cake in Neve's hand is going watching it soar with a little chuckle, than wide eyed as the skilled or lucky shot of the full cake is moving towards Cirroch."OH NOOOOOOO!"

"I'm afraid to ask the story behind it," Caprice admits mostly to herself, amusement tugging her lips into another smile as she gives the Ferrando figurine a closer look. "I can hear his ego expanding from here... Lovely to meet you, Neve," she's drawn out of her close study - which has turned just a little more somber as she's found the figurine for Narciso - to complete introductions... but suddenly, chaos. Cakey chaos! She stifles a surprised laugh behind a hand and makes a discreet retreat from the dollhouse lest the collection get caught up in any crossfire.

Cirroch nods to Teague and Isabetta then goes to grab the Strawberry cake to have his own ammunition for the war. However in grabbing, he trips over a completely random plushie and he is now in a dive towards the cake cart. It is with a moment of shear grace that he is able to stop before the cart and is barely getting his wits about him when he watches in slow motion Neve not only try to take off with the pudding cake that its predecesor had left bits in the rafters and was the reason for opening th doors to the manor today for the extra cleaning. And now it was soaring through the air. Cirroch just watches it for a moment. And as he gets a small glimmer of hope that he can get out of the way, the entire cake lands perfectly on his head.

SPLAT! and a Splurt!

As the lemon pudding starts to run down his cheeks and forehead, he wipes his face and just stares at Neve. A smile starts to form and he's laughing. A deep bellow of a laugh.

Atoli is staring in disbelief from the table. "Cakes! Nooooooooooooooo!" She then flops onto the ground, to simply watch the cakes fly.

Sasha watches in utter delight as Neve's tripping and that gets Cirroch a face full of cake and then, there are cakes flying. She just watches in utter delight and laughs happily. She moves towards Cirroch and begins to smear some of the cake from atop of his head around his chin, cake beard! "Let me help my Bear." More delighted giggles escaping her lips then.

Sasha checked dexterity + alchemy at difficulty -1, rolling 52 higher.

Sasha drops Rules of Cake Wars.

Isabetta has, for the moment, ceased her cake attacks and seated herself near some of the cake and has well.. What can only be described as cake bits everywhere that she is eating off her fingers and licking off her hands. Somehow, without being targetting that many times, she's managed to collect a wide assortment of the cake on her person and she just now seems to have realized that in addition to being very fun to throw, it is also very tasty.

Teague nods slowly watching the war of the cake ending, as he moves quickly to a chair to sit down. His hand is reaching for piece of cake that is mostly undirty on the table, his hand is brings it to his mouth taking a large bite."Good cake."

Neve checks dexterity and stealth at hard. Neve is marginally successful.

Neve sits there in wonder, there's more pudding, and frosting, and cakebits that have gone asunder. If the pudding was removed once upon a time, it's surely replaced at least thrice more times. Cake and bits, jiggly and wiggly, firm and frosted foam. They are bout everwhere, even the Marquis's dome! Neve beleives if anything, in her heart of hearts - this must be Timmons the evil goat plushie's fault, because why not? Getting to her feet she hops up in a swift swoop. If she's going to get yelled at by Monique she might as well not sit still and swoon!

So up, up up goes the Neve! This vantage point isn't enough so it cannot be! She takes a good run, a jump, a leap! She hops up on Cirroch's back with her big cushy ass flying as it be. Grabbing onto Marquis Cirroch with her thighs made of thick, she holds on for dear life for her grip. Scooping pudding, and cake and frosting and all things that still be, she messil scoops it all up and flings it as the Marquessa while she screams "Sneak Attack!" Sneak attack indeed. If your going to be improper, you might as well go the full length, the extra mile, the full monty.

Sasha checks perception and dodge at normal. Sasha marginally fails.

Sasha tries, she really tries to not get hit by Neve's cake but it is indeed inevitable. More laughter escaping her lips as she begins to use some of that cake to add to this cake beard she is making on Cirroch's face. "Want to help me make an epic cake beard?"

There's a patter of small feet running down the hall, Atoli has gone to get her siblings Entreri and Jacqueline. They come out the doors to the Giant Hall just as Neve is climbing atop of Cirroch. Two loud screeches from Atoli and Entreri ring through the hall as they run for the cake that is now covering most of the hall. Jacqueline slowly slides up to Sasha's leg, silently and lightly pulling on the hem of her dress.

Cirroch is caught off guard by Neve climbing up to sit on his shoulders though once he gets a better idea of where she's heading he's helping her get to his shoulders and has now locked his arms around her calves to help her stay balanced. He stares at Sasha with a msicheivous smile as she spreads the cake about his face into a beard. His arms may be in use helping Neve stay on his shoulders - this does not stop him from leaning forwards to smear his cake beard onto Sasha's cheek as he leans in to whisper in her ear.

Back, back towards the entrance Caprice scoots! "The day is getting away from me," she calls apologetically, laughter still sparkling in her eyes. "But thank you again for the open invitation; it's been wonderful meeting everyone, and seeing your collection, Marquessa. You all look delicious," she adds over her shoulder as she makes good on her escape!

Teague watches it all his hand is slides along to the table, as his hand is starts to clean his fingers now using the table cloth. His eyes watching the chaos, with a little chuckle as he looks over at Caprice."Stay safe." His eyes moving back towards the action as he grins at Isabetta."See chaos."

Isabetta is not convinced Teague can take credit for this, "I am not convinced you can take credit for this," she tells Teague and then extending a finger dripping with cake bits at Sasha, "Now her on the other hand... There is a true chaos agent we could all take notes from." She licks her lips, discovering that the cake is also all over her face.

Neve checks dexterity at hard. Neve fails.

Teague chuckles softly at Isabetta."I see. Well, my hand of chaos will be more direct next time." His voice is teasing Isabetta, as he watches the others with a little chuckle."Now, than the second war has happened, and it seems you have lost again Cirroch. Do you white flag the war, or will this live on till our next family meeting?" His voice is teasing, as he winks at Sasha now, as his hand are now clean."Sasha, I need advice from you. In private when you have a moment, it is about my dearest. I have a gift for her, debating on the delivery methods."

Sasha's cheeks darkly flush as she giggles in response to those whispered words from Cirroch. She then looks to Isabetta with a fond grin, "I suppose that is true. I could indeed be one to watch." She looks up to Teague then as she responds, "We could after the party if you like. As for the cake war, it is a never ending affair. But I am indeed in the lead."

Neve lifts herself up, her but rising higher. It's shapely and round, each cheek being filled with cake, and sweets, and various treats. She brushes by Cirroch's head, just on top. But in cakery did she think? No - she did not. Her grip slips, and down goes her on his crown, her skirt dirty, her panties wiping him down. She falls on her feet, then straight to her ass. Feet slipping and not sticking the landing alas. A splat! from her butt, her cheeks, her tush. It's a good thing she's cushy or quite the bruising would be of her tuchus. From beneath her goes the curd, splattering the little ones underneath Sasha's skirts. "Oh, my cushy tush!" Complains the Neve, sitting to her knees to massage ego's and behind things that sting. Looking up she raises a finger to Sasha, wiping a finger over her dirty dress. Sticking it in her mouth she tastes and looks thoughtful, and out past her lips comes the comment "Well..it's still not awful..."

Atoli and Entreri are inspecting the plushies basket, trying to make sure that none have taken /damage./ While Entreri has simply taken to picking up a plushie and licking it just in case there is cake to be found.

Cirroch looks to Teague then to Sasha, "As Poppet has stated, the cake war shall be never ending." He then looses his grip on Neve as she's, is she trying to climb further? No, she's falling. Cake everywhere. As Neve hits the ground Cirroch looks down to her, more in amusement of what has just occured. "Did you enjoy the view from up here before you fell at least?"

Teague grins at everyone with wide eyes, as he walks towards Sasha now, as his hand is offers a ring towards her."This is for her. I wish to give it to her, debating on the how. I wish to not be blunt for it, I wish to do it special." His eyes watching the room for a second cake attack, as he chuckles."We will war of the cake again. Till someone buckles from the frosting of their life."

Kritr arrives late, but immaculately groomed and bathed, his beard may even lay flat for a few more minutes.

There are various items out on display, but the room is completely coated in cake, Cirroch, Sasha, and Neve rather as well, and there's splatter 'collateral damage' all over. The cake war is dying down, now it's time to survey the wounded.

Sasha smiles as she looks over the ring, "I think it is just lovely Teague. Truly. As for how, perhaps you could plan a special and sweet date. One sans cafe fighting. She didn't seem to fond of it." She kindly notes towards the end.

There is bits of cake and icing EVERYWHERE!!! Thankfully none on any of the collections but the most covered by these delicious desserts may be the Marquis and the Marquessa.

Kritr is not sure what to do in these circumstances. "Is everyone one okay?" He decides to ask, his voice booming to make sure that anyone who has fallen out of sight of the entrance can hear his concern. "Was there an accident?"

Teague smiles at Sasha with a little chuckle."No she is just not use to the passion of the north. She enjoyed it, was just overwhelmed." His eyes on the ring as he tucks it back into the box, sliding it into his coat as he turns towards Kritr."It was a cake war, part 2 of many it seems." His voice is filled with mirth, as he grins at the new arrival.

Cirroch looks over to Kritr, laughing, "I believe that we are all in one piece Krit" He looks down to Neve, offering her a hand up. "That was a spectactular toss. Even if by accident Lady Neve." He turns back to Kritr for a moment, "Come, enjoy some cake! Poppet brought her collections out. I believe that the whiskey is safe."

Neve laughs loudly "I was so tall! But I grew a overconfidant, so I fall. I also think I've got cake on my butt. This is now how you enjoy cake properly." She half-chides. She has cake and frosting all in her hair, on her ribbons, dress, and it's coated on her skirts, and even her underwear, junks occasionally falling off of her hidden pantyline. Getting cake on the inside and outside of your skirt is impressive! She reaches over to messily hug Cirroch, then looks at Sasha as a dollop of frosting falls from her forehead onto her nose. She curtsies "Lady Neve Greenmarch. Cake Eater."

"I guess the cake lost." Kritr muses, dragging a finger across a sweet-frosted surface and sniffing it. "I am sorry I was late. I did not want to arrive stinking of the training center."

Thankfully Sasha doesn't mind the frosting falling onto the tip of her nose, just laughing as she feels it then drip down from her nose and onto her aeterna gown. "A pleasure to meet you Neve. I am Sasha and this is my husband Cirroch." She looks to Kritr, "I suppose the cake lost but it was more so that it was used as a weapon." She happily laughs in delight once more.

Teague watches the others for a moment with a little chuckle."Hello again Lord Kirir Clearlake. How does we find you today?" His voice is kind, as he brushes some cake off his new armor, as he thinks for a moment."Now than, I'm getting rum. Does anyone else wish a whiskey while I go and get it." His eyes moving towards Neve and Sasha with a chuckle."Drinks?"

"Beer." Kritr replies. "Lord Charon. I can't see how cake makes a useful weapon. But it is nice to know that there is enough that you can try anyway. If we named all wars that way, it would be Horse Wars, and Sword Wars, and Axe wars all around." He tastes the sweets, but has little in the way of a sweet tooth. "Lady Greenmarch, Marquis, MArquessa."

Neve holds up a hand "Wine please! If there's fruity, I'll have fruity!" She waves to Kritr while her hand is up "Oh, Hello Lord Clearlake!" She wipes a finger over her dress drawing some of the frosting from it, holding it out towards him "Want some cake?"

Sasha's hand lifts up and she gently shakes her head no, "Not of whiskey. Thank you. However if you are willing to grab some of my snowy mint tea for me. I would be greatly appreciative." She blushes slightly as she looks to Kritr, "Hello Lord Kritr, would you like something to nibble on?" She gestures to the nibbles cart, mostly untouched, soft giggles emitting as Neve is trying to offer cake.

Teague nods slowly as he watches the others, moving for the bar to start to pour each drink slowly, the wine is whatever they have. He walks over to Neve handing it, andthen he walks over to Kritr with beer."Now than, it seems we will enjoy this." His hand is brings his rum after pouring it himself with a wicked chuckle."Now than, it seems we have much of a mess made. I wonder if the other spots of frositng or pudding till show later." Hewalks over to pour the tea now, as he sets his rum on the table as he offers it to Sasha."There we go, now than it is always so fun here in your home."

Kritr rises to take the beer from Teague and salutes him with it. "Thank you my lord. Fresh fruit and beer. Those are two things I never tire of."

Cirroch looks to the rafters to check for any errant frosting that made its way up there this round. Seeing none he looks back down to watch Neve attempt to offer cake from her dress. "Don't mind if I do." And he takes the cake bits from Neve's hand. Cake is still smeared over his face into a beard of frosting and cake bits. He grabs his whiskey and goes to drink from it as frosting from his face drips into the glass with a PLOP. Sending the whisky splashing outwards. He simply smiles at the glass, before looking up to Teague, Neve, Kritr, Isabetta, and Sasha. "Whether we name our wars as silly as we do for playful events at home or not. I'm still happy to have all you here with us now."

Kritr inclines his head, drinking his beer. "Thank you for the invitation."

Neve giggles at Cirroch "Your all covered in cake!" Not that almost every one of them isn't. "Lady Izzy, Lord Teague and I were going to the Dire Bee, but this was far more fun! I get the feeling that your children when grown are going to be well versed in things like ballistae, and catapaults, and various real like large cake-delivery methods." She hmmns. "Wow..if you could deliver cakes with a catapault, just walk outside and foop, there it is! Without all the splat...that would be amazing! A cake-a-pault."

Kritr says, "Might defuse a war or two if that's how you started it out."

Teague leans back as he sips the rum with a happy little sigh of pleasure."Now than, it is good rum." His eyes moving over the other people with a little sigh, as he stands up quickly now as his hand is rubs the back of his neck. A loud crack of the bone, as he grins at them. Watches Neve with a little chuckle."That is your next business, cake-a-paults." His eyes light up with the mischif.

Cirroch licks the cake from his fingers. "Ah, as far as siege weapons go for House Sanna, we name them after our strong and intelligent women. Thus if we were delivering cake, it would be launched from the ballista Sasha." He smiles at this thought for a moment, "Similar to how todays war began." A little wink is given to Sasha with this statement. He drinks his frosting laced with whiskey that is left in the glass before turning to get more.

"I've never used a siege weapon. I know what they do, but I don't know how they do it." Kritr says, announcing his ignorance without any compunction. "But I think that it would have to be a very hard cake not to break if you put it in a catapult."

Neve takes a sip of her wine, then hmmns. "Well..a Sasha Ballistae sounds like it's meant to launch Sasha's. She seems okay with launching cakes, but if you start hurling her about I think she might get a bit miffy about that." She points at herself "Me make a catapault? I don't think I can, my expertise more comes from pillowfort making, though those are always best when done collabroatively, that's fancywords for using multiple people to make something. Like a pillowfort, or a Sasha Launcher."

Teague nods slowly as he stands up with a little chuckle."I should go figure out this date, for tonight. I bid you each a lovely day." His hand is rubs along his neck as he starts for the door, as he waves over his shoulder.'Thank you again for the warm welcome." With that he is gone out of the hal.

Neve reaches out and puts a big cakey handprint on Teague's chest as he walks by laughing and sticking out her tongue 'Thbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt!'. Seems like some kind of in-joke they have perhaps?

"Good luck with that Lord Charon." Kritr says in farewell. Then to Cirroch he asks: "Is today an important day?"

Cirroch smiles to Kritr, if it can be determined from under the layer of cake that he is still wearing. "All days are important Krit. Though today was simply one where extra cleaning of rooms was to be done and all of Sasha's collections were brought out. Then we decided to open the doors to any that have either heard of her collections or simply wanted to come join us for a drink." He looks around at the now cake splattered hall, with the bulk of it upon him, Neve, and Sasha. The kids are still going through the toys. Entreri has found some cake and is eating it. "Well, the staff is going to love seeing the Hall again."

"Well, I am happy to be invited. But I think that the extra cleaning is now needed of this room." Kritr scans the room again, in awe at the mess. "The collection is of toys and dolls? That is very interesting. Which makes me think, does Sanna have an orphanage?"

Sasha's giggles in delight as she responds and agrees with Cirroch, "Indeed so my love." She looks to Neve as she mentions, "I would indeed prefer to not be flung around. That much is very true." She looks curious to Wash as she responds, "I not think we do. I am open to the idea of course. Do you know of children in need of homes Lord Kritr?"

Cirroch starts to wipe some of the cake from his face, licking his fingers as he does. A new glass of whiskey in his other hand. He nods to Sasha, "I don't believe that there is an orphanage in the stronghold, though we also tend to make sure that all children are cared for whether they have parents, a parent or both. We have to in the mountains. Everyone works together or none survive."

Kritr says, "No. I am... it is a new concept to me. Children without anyone to look after them. Adults whose sole responsibility is to care for such children. I am worried that one day Clearlake will need an orphanage, now that marriage is becoming common practice."

Neve considers looking thoughtful. "I know someone..whom might be able to help, if there are children in need. I'd have to ask..but they have a really big house that used to be really full and is now empty. I think she might be interested. If there were a need. I know there's an orphanage in Arx. There was a girl that ran things at it, I haven't seen her in a long time. She liked flowers, and looking after little ones."

Sasha easily agrees, "Cirroch is correct but we could meet later and discuss such plans. I am more than happy to help of course." Then Windi is coming out to talk to Sasha with whispers, "Excuse me a moment, it seems Rikkon is needing my attention. Thank you all for coming." She begins to head off towards the east residence wing. Still covered in cake.

Sir Rodrick, a Well Built Sanna Guard, Ein, an adventurous tan corgi puppy, 3 Sanna House Guards leave, following Sasha.

Neve considers looking thoughtful. "I know someone..whom might be able to help, if there are children in need. I'd have to ask..but they have a really big house that used to be really full and is now empty. I think she might be interested. If there were a need. I know there's an orphanage in Arx. There was a girl that ran things at it, I haven't seen her in a long time. She liked flowers, and looking after little ones." (repose)

Isabetta at some point realizs she's still there having apparently taken a bit of a cake nap and then stands up suddenly. "I'm still here." She exclaims. "And.. covered in cake. This is like the worst drinking binge I've ever had in my life, or maybe like the best."

"We can also find a place within the stronghold if you like Krit." Cirroch offers a counter to having to uproot the mountain children from their homes completely. Cirroch looks over to Isabetta, "This happens. At least the children didn't take to trying to climb upon you while."

Kritr looks over Isabetta with a nod. "There are worse ways to wake up after drinking too much." He shakes his head. "No. I am thinking that perhaps we build something like it in Clearlake. But to understand what I want to have, I need to tour many orphanages. Can I tour an orphanage in Sanna?"

Cirroch looks to Kritr, "As funny as it is to admit, Sasha is the one that would know if we have an orphange in Giant's Reach or not, Krit. As far I am aware we don't have a specific building for children without homes of their own. Even for our warriors that fall in battle, we always try to make sure that any children, whether as a ward of the march or having lost one parent is placed with their own family members as much as possible. We've also adopted many wards over the years into the ranks depending upon their age." He sips at the whiskey, "However, if we have one, I would also be interested in learning more about it."

Neve walks over to Isabetta with a giggle, taking some frosting from her shoulder, and reaching a finger out to stick it on Isabetta's left cheek. "Don't you just look enough to eat?" She finishes her wine and places it aside. "Marquis, It was a interesting party. Don't tell Monique. This feels like the kind of thing I'm not supposed to do." A soft smile "I think I'd better go to the baths and clean. And take a nap, my tush needs some soaking and softness. Hard bump and all." She waves softly "Lord Clearlake, in a way it's a shame you missed the fun, in another it's kind of not because those look like some mighty fine clothes."

Kritr isn't indulging in cake, but a fresh pear is to his liking. "Then I look forward to the tour. I will be reaching out to all the houses of the North to figure out how they best handle these things. To your knowledge, all orphans are placed with family, and if there are no family, they become wards of your own family?" To Neve he replies: "This kid leather vest is my best outfit, yes." He is not much of a clotheshorse.

Cirroch gives Neve a small nod with a bow. "It was a pleasure to meet you Lady Neve. As well as a well fought cake war. I apologize for your fall, I will be better attentive if you choose to climb upon my shoulders in the future to keeping you there." He smiles at the last bit. "If Lady Monique is to ask, we shall tell her that you behaved in the utmost proper means for our house."

Isabetta looks from person to person and says, "I am taking my leave too." She gives a nod to those present and a snuggle hug to Neve.

Neve laughs "Well, that would be the first report of good behavior I think she'd receive about me!" She smiles nodding "I love your wife by the way, she is such a delight! I hope she'll invite us to share her toys later too!" She waves softly before heading on her way out.

Swiftly the red fox, 1 Greenmarch Guard leave, following Neve.

Kritr says, "And I have to meet with someone from House Halfshav. Another time we will share drinks Marquis."