The crone smiled and nodded a quick thanks to the darling doctor. He was smart to include the Viking, as the Viking was strangely possessive of her. Strange because so few had felt the need to keep the crone to themselves; most wanted her only for power. The Viking got that, but he wanted all of her, too. Poor vampire was finding out that all of her included a walking cabin for a pet and a few young ones who needed the guidance and companionship only she could provide.
"Did you say 'doodads'?" Yes, that was what caught her attention. She smiled softly, almost lovingly as she looked up at him. Her fingers claimed the Viking's and motioned for him to lead the way with her free hand. She did glance at Hannibal to make sure he was still okay with his burden.
"Yarn, stamps, paper, metal is probably in there, scissors, glue." Her lips pulled slowly as she thought about all the things that sat in there. Her dark one, the one that got away, would have enjoyed this, but he was not here. She squeezed her husband's hand.
"I believe that might be something of a challenge. I like it. And, I accept. You, darling boy?" Now and then "boy" did enter into what she called the doctor, but then, for her, he was exactly that - a boy. Anyone under a century could be such.