"I dont know, I was hoping you had some ideas." She frowned.

"Here you are, darlings." Leanansidhe breezed into the room, trailing a gauzy black dress and shawl behind her. "Im so glad I caught you before I left."

"Left? Where are you going?" She asks.

"Hold on, dear. Puck, we need to have a little chitchat. Cook has been complaining that certain dinner items keep going missing, the head maid is mysteriously in love with a coatrack, and my butler has been chasing mice around the foyer all evening." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. "Anyway, darling, be a dear and reverse the glamour on my poor maid, and to please stop stealing cakes from the oven before Cook has a meltdown. I shudder to think of what I might return to, but I simply cannot stay."

She turns to Puck, absolutely surprised. "I should've expected that but I'm still shocked."

Puck only smirked.

"Im off to Nashville, darling. Some brilliant young songwriter is in need of inspiration. Its horrible to be so blocked, but not to worry. Soon, everyone will be in love with his muuuusic." She sang the last word. Leanansidhe went on without notice. "Also, I need to pay a visit to a night hag, see if she has any information for us. Ill be back in a day or two, human time. Ciao, darling." She waggled her fingers at me and vanished in a swirl of glitter.

"Show-off," Puck muttered. He crossed the room to perch on the armrest, rolling his eyes. "She couldve left without all the sparkly. But then, Lea always knew how to make an exit."

She chuckles, looking around the room. "What now?"

"SHE IS GONE." Ironhorse hurried over, looking around as if he feared Leanansidhe was really hiding behind one of the chairs in the room, listening to him. "SHE IS GONE, AND WE CAN FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE."

"And do what, exactly?" Grimalkin raised his head and gave him a scornful look. "We still do not know where the scepter is. We would only be announcing our presence to the enemy and lowering our chances of finding it."

"Furballs right, unfortunately," Puck sighed. "Leas not the easiest fey to deal with, but shes true to her word, and she has the best chance of finding the scepter. We should stay put until we actually know where it is."

"SO." Ironhorse said, his eyes smoldering heat and fury. "THAT IS THE PLAN FROM THE GREAT ROBIN GOODFELLOW. WE SIT HERE AND DO NOTHING."

"And whats your brilliant plan, Rusty? Go clomping off to the city and poke our noses into every major corporation until the scepter falls on our heads?"

"PRINCESS." Ironhorse turned to Claire. "THIS IS FOOLISH. WHY WAIT HERE ANY LONGER? DONT YOU WANT TO FIND THE SCEPTER? DONT YOU WANT TO FIND PRINCE ASH?" Oof. He really stepped that low.

She glared at Ironhorse, shaking her head. "I trust Puck and Grim. I'm sorry Ironhorse but I think this is our best chance at finding the scepter, despite the time it'll take, it'll be worth it." She mutters, looking uncomfortable.

Grimalkin looked bored, and Pucks face was balanced between jealousy and pity.