The Subject Was Chilis

[ooeeooahah]

[ There have been better Saturday mornings, even in Mayfield. ]

[ Ilsa reacted to the events in an established pattern, for her - cooking. ]

[ After an early-morning run to the store, when there were only the drones to deal with at the general store, she's been in the kitchen most of the day making comfort food. Lots of it. With varying degrees

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[bajkaiskierki]

[Well, Iskierka might not know what phones are, but she does have a nose!

...more specifically a tongue, which the pony-sized dragon is following around like an enormous snake. Something smelled like peppers! She rather liked peppers.

Despite her lingering apprehension about there being giants around (giants in Iskierka's utterly unbiased opinion), the dragon clambered over a fence and poked her head up at the nearest window, attempting to see inside.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ The window nearest the stove is over the sink. It might also smell of cat-feet, as that's the place they tend to enter the house. ]

[ There is a woman who catches sight of the movement outside the window, and raises her finger. A small witch-light appears on her fingertip, and dances toward the window. ]

[bajkaiskierki]

[Iskierka picks up the movement quickly, but she's...not quite sure what she is looking at when her eyes get there. The dragon twitches her head back a bit, then around and to the left and right, trying to follow that moving thing.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ The window opens slightly, and a bowl of chili is set on the window-ledge while the witch-light plays with the dragon. ]