She ignores him and goes inside.

Mab doesn't bother to ask what she had recently been doing.


The cabin was strangely quiet as she walked in, the piano empty and still.

She looked around for her dad, putting the broom away.

He sitting at the kitchen table, bent over a mess of scattered papers, pen scribbling furiously.

She walks over to him and looks at the papers.

That's smart. Dealkeeper is always either quiet about it or vents about the slew of idiots she has to deal with on a daily basis.

He glanced up, gave her a brief, noncrazy smile, and hunched over the paperwork once more. It was too messy to read.



Mab has many idiots that she has to deal with, so if she vents, so does Mab.

Well Dealkeeper is always sympathetic about that. Because there's a depressing amount of stupid people and she can hence relate to basically everything.

She smiled back at him, and wondered what the heck he was writing.

Right. There were quite a few unbelievably stupid fey.


"Im going to find Puck," Ash announced. "There must be something were missing, something were overlooking. There has to be an easier way."