"Oh, I might take you up on those strategy games." Ingrid said cheerfully.
"Well, my father might approve of some of those more violent games. Work on boy's warrior nature." Ingrid mused. "Not for me, of course."

sighs and nods

"Theirs a difference between inculating ones warrior nature, and training one to be a sociopath" he warns

"come by the shop latter I have Nobunagas ambition, Romance of the 3 kingdoms etc"

"I guess that's true" Ingrid said, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. It made her nervous to publically disagree with her father, even when he wasn't around. She brought Jacob his order, smiling. "Here you go, enjoy! And I think I will drop by later."

Dervil met the High School class hugging the teacher now that she's no longer a student and its a friendly hug.

"Fáilte go dtí mo stiúideo ealaíne, mic léinn.* I will be showing you around and explaining the process of making clay and various approaches to decoration into fine art. Feel free to ask questions then we will go for lunch. Now we will start with the rear workroom and please no touching anything out here without asking some of these pieces are worth hundreds of dollars.," she takes the mall art class to the rear room showing the gallery heart the place she makes the ceramics. The pottery wheel and the various types of clay and how they are processed some above High School classes and the advanced methods of coloring and decorating. Much of this college or advanced trade work.

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Then to the heating process doing multiple pieces and single pieces with two separate kilns noting the former are for more affordable pieces, and the large ones are for fine art galleries and more refined collectors.

Then comes the business end, education, questions on making a living as an artist and she giving each student a special hand held vase with her mark on them as gifts part of a set for the class forming when lined up a view of the dells river with the unique features. The teacher gets the first one.

Then they go to get lunch at a local cafe she leaving her shop assistant to tend things.

Coming into the café she takes over some tables and greets Ingrid, and will cover the bill for lunch for everyone she has the money to do it and is a good tipper, especially to Ingrid. She orders her usual a open faced turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes and extra gravy and for dessert whatever pie looks good and iced tea. Then lets everyone else order its going to be a big check.
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"Good morning, miss Dervil. What will you have?" Ingrid asked cheerfully with a warm smile. "I hope everything's going well". Ingrid was a lot more comfortable here taking orders from the students; she'd always been good with kids.

"My usual and some apple pie.

Yes do well I just educated the art class from the High School on some of the business side of being a none starving artist, and thought they deserved a nice lunch, being from my High School as a alumnae giving a bit back. Its that teacher Mrs. Greene that started me on the path to being the artist I am today and hope I'm one here success stories she can be proud of. One of the best teachers I ever had.

And you seem to be doing well.," Devil said to the waitress.
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"Of course, coming up" Ingrid said.

Ingrid's smile brightened. "Aww, miss Dervil, that's so generous of you. It's very kind of you to help out the kids. And it's always nice to see someone like you succeed." By which she meant a Kinfolk, not an artist, although she would never say that out loud in public. It was really strange from Ingrid's perspective that a Kin could have a mentor figure like Greene who might not be Kin herself.

"Oh, the cold bothers me a little. But I'm having quite a good day."

Jacob smiles at Dervile

"Glad to have more people in today , an art class? thats good"

"Not as glad as I am" Ingrid says, her voice a little teasing.

Smiles "Think I could convince them to avail themselves of my establishment?" is curious.

Ingrid laughs. "If they're kids, I'm surprised they aren't already customers. Or their parents."

smiles "Some of them probaly are, but its worth advertising ones business"

"Of course. Of course, I'll have to drop by your store and advertise the diner just to be fair" she joked, and began to fetch the student's orders.

"I'll put up an ad if you want" he smiles, "Need to hold together after all"

James in the middle of the day gets an unexpected ring on his doorbell.

710 Washington Avenue  was still a mess. James had returned the U-Haul truck last night after spending half the day carrying the boxes inside. Mary had been of some help between the spouts of teenage hormone attacks. She was resentful over the move to Wisconsin Dells, but on the other hand she seemed to like the house and especially her room, they’d need to renovate preferrably before she moved her things in there permanently. Luckily the house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms, which made renovating it easier in batches.

James put down the coffee mug bearing the insignia of Milwaukee Police Department, his third for the day, and stood up. He glanced himself over to see, his blue jeans and t-shirt were presentable and begun to navigate his way through the piles of boxes that were still unpacked. Mary was in her own room, sulking, so he had the house mostly for himself. Music carried down from upstairs - Mary was probably trying to annoy James on purpose with it, but he didn’t mind. She could have picked far worse tunes, but luckily enough they annoyed her too so she just was just content on playing the music out loud.

After a quick walk through the labyrinth of boxes, James finally made his way to the door and opened it. ”Yes?”

he see's a man about a decade older then him  He recognizes him as a Richard Samuel's a Fellow police officer, and a fellow Kinfolk.

"Can I come in?" He asks politely.

”Sure. Sorry about the mess. Haven’t had time to unpack anything but the bare essentials”, James replied. He stepped aside so that Richard could get in. ”Want some coffee? Got some leftover bagels from yesterday, too.” Leading the guest in to the kitchen, the perhaps most ready place in the whole house, James indicated a seat around the table.

smiles "thank you" and is seated

"Your my successor,  I wanted to let you know how things are doing"

James pours Richard coffee in a mug, hands it to him and takes a seat across the table. ”So, what’s going on”, he asked.

nods "Have you been told why I'm having to transfer?"

”No, not really. I just know, a sergeant with detective experience was needed”, James replied.

pauses "I've been called in over the years do things im not proud of for my tribe, to keep the Garou nation safe from discovery..." pauses taking a sip of coffee

"A few weeks ago their was an officer conducting a problematic investigation... I'd managed to convince the management to drop it but he was putting in spare time... He had a lot of integrity" sighs wistfully "what a waste" shakes his head.

James sighed. ”What did he figure out? Did you leave any evidence, you did it? And how the hell did he figure anything out?” Those were all more than valid questions, even though James was not blaming Richard.he needed to know, because he might have to deal with the potential fallout.

nods "He figured out their was something up with mysterious acts of ecoterrorism, and of course their was. I used a Biting Bullet, I was suspected but they didnt see a plausible way I could have done it so, couldnt go to the DA, but me wanting to be moved elsewhere is it so unusual after reasonable suspicion, even if their is no truth to it? "
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