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Angeles looked up at Remy as he began sputtering and shook her head, "it would have been too difficult, even with Stroker being a rare variant, you said you can't remember what she looked like. I could bite you and find out, but then you would be my slave. And I did turn Emily to an orphanage, but she had no family and no one wanted her," she then looked at Gren and said, "and I went to Titan for the challenge."

Angeles looked up and walked over to Gren and looked up into his eyes smiling darkly, "you seem to forget that I almost killed you and MacPere," she then walked up the stairs to go to her room but was intercepted by Emily holding up a scribbled picture of somethings he couldn't quite make out.

Angeles looked over the picture, looking it over at every angle before looking at Emily and asking, "what is it?" Emily took the drawing back and looked at it before holding it upside down, or rather right-side up, "is that the cat?" she asked and Emily beamed and nodded.

Emily pushed past Angeles and held up the picture for Gren smiling as Angeles continued to her room.

Azana came down the stairs, holding in her arms a rather oversized jar containing the fruits of yesterday's labor. When they had last counted, there were about 150 cranes in it from their hours of folding.

At that rate, it would take a full week for the two of them to reach the full thousand. It did give her a while to think about things, including the wish she wanted to attach to them. There was a lot of discussion, such as how big the wish could be, how many people it could affect, if the power of the wish varied with how many people helped fold...until the whole thing became simply too convoluted for its own good.

It was settled, though; the wish was going to be for the Inn. The whole thing, and everyone attached to it...even if it took filling the whole bulk-size jar with small paper cranes. She set it down on the table, looking it over. It was pretty, colorful, simple...they'd have to set it on a shelf. Speaking of which, it looked like another piece of artwork graced the walls. She gazed at it with a smile on her face. Emily, the small child being raised here at the Inn, had drawn her cat. Moonbeam had become really attached to the girl, perhaps because she felt more needed there...whatever the reason, it was better for them both.

Azana chuckled, a hand on her hip as she watched the two. "It's origami mania in here," she commented, opening the jar and leaving the lid to the side. She had made a small note that was taped to the front: Crane Donations Here

Sosol emerged from the back, grumbling a little to himself as he held what looked like a rather lengthy list. "Whoever devised the meaning of the term 'eating like a bird' never met Nathan," he said with annoyance, checking over the list again to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

"Needing groceries again already...?" Azana asked him in surprise. "Let me guess...anything that could go on a sandwich?"
"You've got it...all the cooking and baking stuff is safely stocked...but I have to make sure we have this on hand..."

Sosol chuckled a bit at Remy, though he did a quick estimate of the cranes already in the jar. "We're not even at 20%, are we?"
"Not as easy with only two folding, dear," Azana replied, "especially when one of them sucks at it. Tell you what...why don't I grab the sandwich stuff? You guys seem to be a bit more efficient on this front..."
"How are you going to carry it all back?" He asked before following her gesture back to the broom in the corner. "You're not serious."
"I need the practice, and the weight will push me a bit," she explained, slipping the list out of his hand as she kissed him. "I won't drop anything, I promise." She smiled playfully and dashed to the corner, brushing the dust off the broom before hauling out the door with her.
Sosol shook his head, sliding behind the bar momentarily. "Anyone thirsty before I help with the folding?" He asked, smiling toward the door. Broom training by errand...maybe she was getting used to this life, after all.