Re: The longest night of the year.
Nathaniel Zale huffed through his crooked nose, only because Rhia wasn't quite picking up what he'd been puttin' down. "Well, Dick and Karen Zale haven't left the same zip code in Iowa since Riverside got a new multiplex." Nate commented on his rather homespun parents, who he loved. "So they'd have a hard time with that."
"Then..." he paused, his eyes went wide and arm glided past several trees beside them as though they were on display. "Don't let it go." The adviser advised. "I'm not saying you should make him play tea party in your room to make up for all the lost years..." Though, the mental image of Freyr at a pretend tea party was just fantastic. Nate made a note to share that picture with Eva later. "Just be civil, get to know him and his... your people." He continued, with a tad more thoughtfulness in his voice: "and maybe you'll like it." See? A happy ending from the rather grim wizard. "Or you won't and you can get some great stuff out of the deal." There was the darkness. "'Hit 'em up style'... if you will." Nate quoted the tune someone he worked closely with sang, routinely. "Fun fact, Blu Cantrell had a psychotic break four years ago and was hospitalized after running down her street at 2am screaming about poisonous gas." The more you knew.