He ate some faerie food the night before. He'll be back to normal in a few days

Acrathia: Scantily clad men? Hobgoblin trickery? Badger curses? Here I thought Seelie parties would be boring!

Well you know... after your first couple of hundred...

Acrathia: Ahhh yes. Much like having assassins sent after you. Exciting and dangerous the first hundred times. After that its just old news.

Angus: *laughs* Lady, wherever there's alcohol and magic there's trouble, Seelie or not.

Cluaran: *ignoring the conversation, too preoccupied with the food* Maybe he wants badger food now? I could dig up some earthworms, I suppose... *contemplates a different arrangement of food*

Why else do you think they're called spirits?

Angus: *grins* Now that's clever. I'm gonna hold onto that one. *sniffs the air curiously* I can't tell, are you púca like myself, or an honest to goodness fox?

I am half kitsune.

Angus: *ears perking* Ah! Well then! I've never met anyone with kitsune blood before. Welcome to the sidhe.

Thank you. I don't think I've met a púca, myself.

Angus: Throw a rock in any direction around here and you'll probably hit one. We're everywhere in the sidhe. Glad I get the honor of making the first impression.

I'm glad for the opportunity. I'll be careful not to throw rocks.

Angus: *laughs* Fair enough, fair enough.

I was under the impression that puca were generally of the equine persuation, I don't believe I've witnessed a bovine variety before. Would that be 'Angus' as in 'Aberdeen Angus'?

Some myths do revolve around generally equine púca, but there also plenty of legends surrounding púca that can take the shape of foxes, cats, dogs, goats, cows, and rabbits. ^w^ And... perhaps >w>

...And perhaps what? *gives quizzical raised eyebrow*

I meant the Angus bit. ^^; Now that I look at my post that was pretty vague >.<'

Acrathia: Fair enough love! *Conjures a glass of wine* To unrepentant debauchery! *turns her attention to the hobgoblin* Yes love Earthworms, grubs, mushrooms all of these things should be acceptable to a badger's palate.

Angus: Hear, hear! *laughs again and shakes his horned head*

Cluaran: Mushrooms! Yes! Thank you, miss. *she hurries off to find some*

Did he eat some Mushroom mushrooms ?

Now I want to see him do that bouncing dance...

Better watch out for snakes.

XD

Honestly, I'm kinda surprised anyone still remembers that thing well enough to get the reference.

My friends and I constantly sang it in school. I don't think I could forget if I wanted to >w<

Like most memes, I didn't even encounter it until well after it was past it's prime.

They do have a weird staying power sometimes.

But most have a lifespan of only 40 minutes, so it's a wonder ANYBODY discovers them in their prime.

Good point. I suppose since the badger song was something of a proto-meme before the internet got clogged with them it got a bit more of a foothold than most.

Could be.

That faerie food looks delicious.

They do value presentation ^w^

Badgers are always good

They're pretty darn awesome ^^

Lovely to meet the new cast members! Hello, Angus and Cluaran!

Angus: *nods his head* 'Lo there.

Cluaran: *adjusts her gloves and beams* Hello!

I see that you guys are having problems with what food to give your new friend. I think, since he has been human and now badger, a mushroom soup or stew would do the trick!

Cluaran: *clapping her tiny hands together* Yes! Yes, indeed! *she looks hopefully up at Angus*

Angus: *waving a broad hand* Go on, then. Dig up whatever roots you need. *she darts off to do just that* Pretty clever, friend. How is it you know so much about what a badger-human eats?

Sometimes you just know, my friend. Sometimes you just know. How are things in the Sidhe?

Angus: *shifts his weight with a bovine grunt and scoffs* It goes about as swiftly and efficiently as a dull plow. The High Seelie Court don't know which way is up as far as defense is concerned and they don't give a damn about anyone who has to get their hands dirty for a living. At least Foghair went well. It's been too long since we had a decent festival.

I understand what you mean. Where I’m from, things aren’t going well either. They can’t even have a good festival. Maybe it’s better here. Has anyone decided to live here? Even though I might change into a whole number of animals, I think that it would still be worth it.

Angus: *surprised by the question* Well, changelings and transformed creatures, sure, but no humans have lived here since the reign of Queen Titania. It isn't safe, you see. Too many Unseelie creatures would eat them if they had the chance. But, hell, if you're brave enough to appeal to the High Seelie Court I doubt anyone would stop you.

I might have to appeal then. If I have to be transformed to stay here, then it is a sacrifice I have to make.

Angus: *strokes his chin* Huh... we are permitted human guests from time to time. Why don't you stay with me and see how you like the place before you make a decision. There is no going back once you decide to call this land your home.

There’s no going back? Hmm... I will stay with you and decide. Thank you so much for this offer.

Angus: *smirks and flicks an insect away with an ear* Don't thank me yet. Something you'll learn about the sidhe is that nothing is done for free. If you're staying in my home, you're helping me harvest my crops. Sound fair? *he extends a hand*

Fair. *shakes his hand*

Angus: Good. *he stands up and brushes himself off, showing his towering height* I'll show you where you'll be staying. *his ropey tail swishes as he walks back toward where the hub of festivities was the night before* What's your name, anyway? *an almost imperceptible trace of a mischievous smirk touches his lips*

*nervous as he towers over me* M-most people call me Bear, Angus. I am rather fond of the name myself.

Angus: *looks the smallest bit disappointed* Bear it is, then. Take a breath, I'm not going to hurt you. *he continues cutting a path through the underbrush until a huge mound of stacked stones with a worn looking wooden door comes into view. Beyond it are four thriving fields almost bursting with vegetables* Home sweet home.

It... it looks lovely. I can see that you have put a large amount of effort into the place. Just one thing though, why did you look disappointed when I said my name? Is Bear not a good name?

Angus: *frowning as he nears the mound* Ah, you caught me. It isn't a bad name, it just isn't your True Name. You're smart to be cautious, of course. If you'd told me who you really were, I'd have sway over you. *he mutters as he opens the door* Better you find that out now than from some Unseelie demon, I suppose. *he extends a hand, gesturing for you to enter*

Thank you, Angus. *walks inside* Oh... wow...

The interior of the home is covered in moss and decorated with rustic wooden furniture that Angus may have made himself. Lanterns blaze merrily as they hang from the rocky ceiling. The main chamber splits away in three different directions. He leads you toward one of the split sections and opens another roughly hewn wooden door to reveal a bedroom. It looks like a miniature version of the larger chamber, but is furnished with a desk, chair, and mattress that appears to be stuffed with straw. On top of the mattress are cleaned furs that must serve as blankets.

Angus: This will be your room. Now, this way. *he leads you to another door which he does not open* This is my room. For your own safety, it is best that you never go in there.

Got it. This is just... this is amazing... the furniture, was it made by you? It looks awfully good, very professional. What would you be doing in your room, or is that personal?

Angus: *becoming a little bashful at the compliment* I did, thank you. Very kind, very kind. *as if on cue, the door shudders and a tremendous growling comes from the other side* Training a guard dog, I guess is the easiest way to put it. He doesn't like strangers. *he leads the way to the last unexplored chamber, which is made of smooth hewn stone. It has a table, chairs, a wash basin, several cupboards that seem barely able to close, and a small fireplace for cooking* This is the kitchen. You are welcome to whatever you find in here, but be careful of anything that isn't a vegetable. Our food does strange things to humans.

I can see, after what happened to your badger friend. Has anyone who have been transformed here decide to live here or are they forced to live here? *jumps away from the growling as if the dog was there*

Angus: *settling in a chair* Oh, it wears off over time. They're allowed to go home once they aren't touched by magic anymore. Most don't want to stay.

I wonder why *eyeroll*. How long before your pet gets used to me?

Angus: *shrugs* You'd have to ask him. I've only got the one. Hungry?

Yes, please. Wait... what do you mean by ask him?

Angus: *standing to dig through the cabinets* Most creatures here aren't your typical dumb animal. He might be in the mood to speak with you if you wanted to try. Don't open the door, though, no matter what he says. *he begins skinning a potato*

Okay, I’ll go talk to him. Hopefully he’s nice enough.

Angus: *as he begins to cut the potatoes* He takes some time to warm up, but I'm sure you will come to get along.

Beast behind the door: *growls when you draw near again*

*gulp* H-hey... you are a g-good... whatever you are, aren’t you.

Beast: *snarls* What I am doesn't matter. What matters is whether you are good. Why are you in my master's home?

I-I was invited to stay, just to see if it’s worth staying in the Sidhe. Is that good?

Beast: *sniffs at the bottom of the door* You are human. Why would you want to stay in the sidhe? *the growl returns* To trick and steal from my master?

I would never, he or you would kill me before I would ever think of that. And I would never think of it at all. Are you one of the “transformed”?

Beast: *snorts* The blood of Failinis runs in my veins! I am not some mortal creature. Open the door and you may see who you speak to.

Yeah, I’m not going to do that. Unless you get used to me being around here for a bit, I’m not opening that door.

Beast: *becoming still* Indeed? If I gave my word, then, you would open the door?

Only if I had Angus’s word as well.

Beast: *scratching at the door like a domestic pet* But don't you see? If you got him involved, our deal would become much more complicated. That is the way of the sidhe. Nothing is done without making a deal, and we would all have to make deals with each other. Why make a tangle of it? I give you my word, and you open the door. It's nice and simple without my master involved.

Nope. Not doing it until I have both your words. Have you got that?

Beast: *makes a noise between a groan and a snarl* Why are you being so stubborn? Do you not trust my word?

You could rip me apart into pieces. So yeah, I don’t trust you, “Beast”.

Beast: I could, yes. However, I am giving my word that I will not. We are bound by our words in this place. Now, I ask you, please reconsider-

Angus: *from the kitchen* Give it a rest! He has been told not to let you out! You aren't weaseling your way back onto the sofa again! You broke it last time...

Beast: *whines*

Oh. Oh, you weren’t kidding. I though that... never mind. Anyways, I might as well let you in as an apology. You can sleep on my bed for a while. You have my word.

Beast: *the sound of a huge tail wagging and possibly knocking things over can be heard* I believe I am starting to like you, human!

Angus: Come have supper first. And dog, no sofa, you understand?

Beast: *as pouty as a growling beast can sound* No sofa.

That’s why I said he can rest on the bed. If he breaks it, I’ll fix it, don’t worry. So, how’s the cooking going? Need any help?

Angus: *gestures to the wash basin and a small pile of radishes* If you wouldn't mind cleaning those, I'd certainly appreciate it. *stirs the boiling potatoes in a pot over the fire*

Certainly. Anything to help. *walks over to the kitchen and starts washing the radishes* So, uh, how long have you lived in the Sidhe?

Angus: *crushing a bit of dried rosemary in his hand and sprinkling it into the pot* My whole life. That'd be... oh... nearly nine hundred years, now. *he stands and sets about skinning some carrots* What brought you all the way to our realm, anyway? Most humans don't venture so far into the forest.

Heh... I, uh, was escaping someone. She's rather insane, but knowing that I'm in here means that she'll leave me alone for a bit. *holds up a radish* Is this good?

Angus: *looks up at the root* Perfect. Just like that. Now this person, is she human or fae? We can set the High Seelie Guard against her if she belongs to our realm.

It-it's hard to explain, really. I don't want you to make it a whole thing, I'm sure that it will be fine. Anything else I can help you with?

Angus: Throw those radishes into the pot, would you? *he sets about cutting carrots* So long as she isn't a threat to my home, I won't ask questions. Don't much care for mortal affairs, anyway. *his ears twitch up at a sudden thought* You didn't bring any bags with you... do you need clothes or... or... whatever humans need?

*careful chucks them into the pot* She wouldn't be, at least here, she cares more about the human side of things. I didn't think of getting anything when I was running to get away from her. I might need some spare clothes, but *looks at his towering figure* in a smaller size than yours.

Angus: *gestures to his makeshift kilt* That, and I'm not much for clothes. Huh... Mm, I know. We'll get a brownie to sew you something nice in the morning. *he puts the cut carrots into the pot, adds a few more handfuls of spices, and takes a seat*

Oh lovely, I know that the brownies always make some lovely things. Um... that food. It isn't going to... you know... change me?

Angus: *waves a broad hand* Nah. This meal is untouched by magic. You will stay as you are... well, no, I take that back. Hopefully you'll be less hungry. *he laughs* See, usually I would use a spell here and there for convenience, but we shouldn't risk it with your delicate mortal constitution.

*laughs along* Thank you for being so kind, you two. *sits down*

Angus: It's good to have company. I'm sure you have plenty of stories to tell from the moral realm. We only have rumors to go off of in the sidhe.

Well, start off with the rumors, and I'll see if they're true or not.

Angus: *reaches to stir the pot a couple of times and settles back* Which one to start with? Hm. Is it true that hardly any humans use their magic anymore?

Sadly, it is quite so. Humans stopped believing that magic was even possible. There are some that practice it, but it's mainly tricks of the eye. It's quite sad when you think about it.

Angus: *one ear twitching back* Is it also true that technology has become their new magic? I have been told that most humans use a tiny picture box to get through most of their daily chores.

Well, technology isn’t really run by magic, it has a power that it depends on. Technology is really different to magic.

Angus: *scratching his chest* What is the point of it, then, if you don't mind my asking?

To do mundane tasks that some people are just lazy to do.

Angus: *snorts in disgust* How shortsighted. *He rises to stir the contents of the pot again and retrieves two bowls to ladle their dinner into. "Beast" whines pitifully at the bedroom door* Hush, you! I'll feed you once we're finished! *"Beast" grumbles and, judging by how the house shakes, lies down*

Angus, how did you "meet" "Beast"?

Angus: I found him maybe half a century back. He had a nasty herd of nuckelavee on his tail, so I whisked him away into Seelie territory. He's been a pain in the tail ever since.

Nuckelavee? Are they a creature or just hunters? Is 'Beast' thankful for you saving him... or her?

Angus: Take a horse, give him a rider, fuse the two together, then turn them inside out and give them a lust for blood. That's what they are. They're among the nastiest beings in the Unseelie realm. As for "Beast", yes. A bit too much.

Terrifying. Almost ungodly. No wonder "Beast" would be so thankful. Did they follow you for blood?

Angus: *placing a bowl of stew and spoon before you* No, thank the magicks. It seems they don't have much of a taste for ox. That, or they were scared into submission by the Captain. He seems to be about the only one who can keep them in line. *he blows a little on his stew* Tell me more about the human realm. Are there still kings and queens, or have they come up with something better?

Well, there are still kings and queens, but only in a few places. Right now, they have something worse and confusing.

Angus: *snorts and shakes his head* Sounds about right. Seems like at its heart, human society is very similar to our realm. Once their majesties were gone, the sidhe scrambled for some means of government. I can't say I'm much in favor of the High Seelie Court as it stands. I'm far more supportive of a monarchy if you've got the right people on the throne.

That's the thing, who can be considered as right for the throne? People have many different points of view that it becomes impossible to decide who is the right person for the job. What you see as right could be considered wrong to someone else. That's the hardest part about government, knowing what's right for the world.

Angus: Very true. *he takes a spoonful of stew* We were fortunate with the king and queen. They came into power when the sidhe was in chaos. Back in those days one fought for the throne, and you could see their mettle. They proved theirs thoroughly. But it's all gone to pot now. Now it's down to whose lineage has the strongest magic. Nepotism at its finest.

*I take a spoonful of the stew. It's delicious, nice and warm, but something was plaguing my mind* Angus... if... if I told you my name... my full name, middle names and all... what would you do?

Angus: Well, you'd be bound to me, so... *smirks* I'd have you run errands to the human realm. I have a weakness for their cheeses, but without a glamour I could never pass as human long enough to buy any.

Honestly, if you just hid your ears and tail, you could hide as a basketball player. I'm sure that the human realm will accept you, or at least, the parts that you don't hide.

Angus: *ears perking* D'you think so? I always thought I was too large...

Trust me, there are plenty of large people there, you'll blend in in no time. *I turn around to face "Beast"* "Beast", I have to ask, what would you do if I told you my name?

"Beast": *chuffs a little* I'd make you open this door right now and feed me your dinner!

Angus: *shaking his head* You're asking a puppy what he'd do if he had a pet. You won't get anything deep out of him.

"Beast": *growls* I'm intelligent!

Angus: *taking another spoonful of stew* Didn't say you weren't.

"Beast": *grumbles*

What has happened to other humans in the Sidhe?

Angus: Depends on how smart they are. Plenty have died, sure, from overwork or Unseelie trickery, but others have managed to use their wits to escape their bonded fae. You'll find that making a deal and keeping one's word goes a long way around here.

But what happens if keeping one's word is fae trickery in itself? What happens if the deal was a trick to make them into... animals? Thank god Enedia hasn't discovered this place yet.

Angus: Well, we use loopholes like that all the time. It's always a battle of wits. But, this person, she could turn a fae creature into an animal? She is not fae, herself?

Why though? It feels unfair for the people who accidentally say their name. She is human, but her studies into fae art has left her as basically immortal for an extended period of time. As for turning faes into animals, I have no idea.

Angus: *waving a broad hand dismissively* Among the Seelie it's usually only in good fun. So long as the person hasn't offended us, we let them go after we've played with them a little. The Unseelie, though, that's where you stray into cruelty.
*he smiles mischievously* And her name was Enedia, you said? I'll have to remember that. It's probably best for her and the sidhe alike that she hasn't come to visit.

Well, not yet away. She'll pop up at some time if she knows what it's like here. Trust me, I will not offend anyone here, you've offered me a place to stay, wonderful company, and a beautiful pet to play with until I leave. Yes, "Beast", I did mean it, you are beautiful.

Angus: I'm not worried. You don't seem like the troublemaking kind.

"Beast": *impatiently* You never opened the door, so you do not know if that is true or not!

Angus: It is.

"Beast": I'm terrifying!

You are adorable, "Beast", and I know that you would be embarrassed if someone called you cute.

"Beast": *growling* Adorable is not any better! I could bite you in half!

Angus: *snorts a laugh and murmurs* He's so tough until he sees a broom. Don't know why they scare him, but he cowers like a rabbit.

I'll keep that in mind if he does step out of line. I still find him adorable even if he does bite off my limbs.

"Beast": *grumbles and paces like a caged thing in the bedroom, then pauses*

Angus: *calling to him* Don't you touch my bed!

"Beast": *whines and resumes pacing*

I gave him freedom of my bedroom. If he wants to tear that apart, he could. Do you have an actual name for "Beast"?

Angus: *shrugs* If you want to let him loose, be my guest. One's True Name is an important thing. It seems that his parents never gave him one, so I've told him to name himself. He hasn't picked one yet, so "Beast" it is.

What about One? You did say One's true name, so what about just calling him One?

Angus: If that's what he wanted, sure. *he frowns as he chews a piece of undercooked carrot* Eh, missed one.

Yeah, it sucks if all the carrots aren't cooked equally. Anyways, you are lucky to have a king and queen who look like they are doing a very good job with the Sidhe.

Angus: Well, they did, until they were assassinated. *bitterly* Things fell apart after that.

How were they assassinated? Wait, don't tell me... Another fae by the name of Moth?

Angus: *focusing on the stew in his bowl with a scowl* We don't speak her name. She doesn't deserve to be mentioned by her True Name. She is known only as "the traitor" in the Seelie Court.

Is it bad that I've talked to "the traitor" before being here? Enedia is a... let's just say a fan of her work, especially with the assassination. Knowing her, Enedia's probably working with her.

Angus: *straightening* You haven't made any deals with her, have you? And if it is true that this Enedia is in league with her, we should warn the Captain of the Guard.

I haven't made any deals with her, I'm her author. She's become aware that since I've written how she dies that she doesn't need me anymore so she can make up her own story in the middle between how she came to be and how she dies. Should we warn the Captain?

Angus: *nods* I see. Now, stay calm. He'll be here in a moment. *He closes his eyes and silently focuses. Suddenly, a cloud of ash and smoke forms in the center of the kitchen and coalesces into the form of the bear-sized beast that is the Captain*

Dubhgall: *glowing eyes falling on you* Ah, Angus, I see you have a guest. Is he giving you trouble?

Angus: No, Captain. He has information you might find useful. Would you like some stew?

Dubhgall: No, no, thank you. Very kind, but vegetables do not sit well with me. *he settles and turns his attention to you* What is this information that Angus speaks of?

"Beast": *excitedly sniffs and scratches at the bedroom door*

*nervously bows to Dubhgall* I-I have news a-about the t-traitor, your Majesty.

Dubhgall: *rumbles a laugh* I'm not one of the High Court, boy, I'm their guard dog. No need for formalities. Relax and tell me what you know.

*breathes out* Thank you, Dubhgall. Enedia, a character of mine, has started to collaborate with your traitor, Lady Moth. I believe that she is helping her with controlling the soul of your queen so that she may collaborate with Enedia's goal of controlling humanity and changing them into her pets.

Dubhgall: *stands and begins to pace* These are ill tidings. Though, I wonder how well she would be able to tamper with the Queen's essence. We fae do not have souls, but magicks. Is this Enedia able to manipulate such things?

You have no idea. Enedia can manipulate anything if she pleases. She's already manipulated so many humans to become her animals on her farm. She doesn't know about here... yet... If she can manipulate human souls within milliseconds, the fae kind aren't safe. If she manages to find a way to manipulate faes, this world and the next will be hers and Moth's.

Dubhgall: I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will consult Lord Umund and see what countermeasures we can take. In the meantime, I will have Sir Lachlan heighten the security of our borders. *he places a broad paw on your shoulder and his eyes glow with a renewed fire* You have done us a great service. I place my protection upon you as you travel the sidhe. Try not to get into trouble, eh? *he disappears in a cloud of smoke*

Angus: *coughs and tries to wave the smoke away* The Captain's protection... he doesn't give that lightly.

His protection... What does that mean for me? Am I safe to be here? Even to give my name out? ...It looks like the Sidhe are preparing for a war.

Angus: You are safe, but it still would not be wise to tell your True Name to anyone. *settling back down to eat* The Captain walks between the territories, so no Unseelie thing can even look at you without your permission. That is quite a gift. *gesturing with his spoon* But be prepared. The Captain will be telling the High Seelie Court about you, no doubt, so they will want to speak to you eventually. You'll see just how close to chaos we are when you talk to them.

So, what does that mean if I ever talk to Moth again? I've talked to her cursees and victims before, so what does that mean now? Am I still able to talk to Candle, or Charlotte, or Henry? One thing that you should know is that Enedia likes Charlotte. She's probably the only human that she hasn't changed. Even the humans she likes have been changed by her. If you want to stop Enedia, you'll have to find Charlotte, and get her help. I'm not sure if Azura can help us with finding her, but we must get her help. Is it safe to leave the house? I want to pay the High Seelie Court a visit.

Angus: *returning to his stew* The traitor has been disowned by the Unseelie Court, too, so I don't know what that would mean for her or her thralls. You should bring this Charlotte person up to the High Seelie Court, I think. Let "Beast" out. He'll take you there. I've never tried to get an audience with them myself, so I don't know what you'll have to do to get one. You might try talking to the Captain again for that.

I'm not leaving here without you, Angus. You'll have to join me for this too. While I trust "Beast", I trust you even more. Please, Angus, you'll have to join me there.

Angus: *picking up his bowl to slurp the remaining stock out of it, and then wiping his mouth with his arm* I'm flattered that you trust me, but I don't know what help I'll be. *he pushes out his chair behind him and stands* I'll go with you, though. *he leaves to open the bedroom door* Go for a walk, "Beast"?

"Beast": *The door swinging aside to reveal a snowy white dog with too-large puppyish paws and ears whose head comes up to Angus' shoulder. He's bouncing with excitement, causing the whole house to shake* Yes! Yes! But... *his tail tucks and ears fall* No leash, please?

Angus: *sternly* If you promise not to chase anyone this time.

"Beast": *grumbling* Yes, master. I promise.

It did tell you that he was cute.

"Beast": *growls, careful to show as many of his teeth as possible, but it does nothing to make him less cute*

Angus: He'll grow out of it. I hope. *opening the front door* No burglar was ever scared off by cute.

Depends which burglar you've talked to.

Ah! LOVE this! :D Bein' a badger is pretty awesome! *sniffs around with his badger nose!* Gonna take some getting used to though! X3 Many, many a thanks, Dearshul!

I'm so glad you approve! ^w^ Enjoy your time in the sidhe, my friend!

Oh gosh I adore this * U*

I'm so glad! ^w^

You don't know what he eats? Use your im-badger-nation.

Ooh. A pun like that's crying out for a badger of honor.

Cluaran: *jaw goes slack in awe and disgust at the pun*

Angus: *laughs uproariously*

Hmm, he seems to care about what's going on. So it seems a safe guess it wasn't honey that made him a badger. ^_^

I wondered if there'd be cause to worry about him, going around on his own like that, but it looks like he's made some fun friends.

Quite so! I don't think Lady Azura would be too pleased about a guest who didn't care >w<

So long as he's avoiding impulsive toads, I think he'll be alright ^^

That tracks. Good news, too: it feels like one of the better consequences of that is the guest getting left in a huff(lepuff). ^_^o

Right you are! If he's keen on company, he could try joining a clan, though with only a few days like this, I'd have to cete to believe it.
(Also, very nicely alluded. XD )

XD At least he earned his stripes last night at the buffet.

(Ooh, 10 point word, there!) So long as he can still weasel his way out of it if he needs to. Some creatures can be pretty shifty.

^__^ Well-observed! I guess there are some gray areas, but on the face of it, it's pretty black and white.

(Thank ye! I got unreasonably happy when I found that term.) Aye, I think he's up to it, so perhaps he can relax a bit; y'know, sett a spell?

(This is a masterclass of punnery. Sett was not one I even knew about!) Quite so! Though, he might be a bit cautious. Someone mustelid him on with the fae food. ^^

(Thank you, though that makes two of us! ^_^ A bonus reason I like these back-and-forths: all the new terms I find when researching pun fodder.)
(On the topic of congrats, way to go on that one! I'd been straining to find a way to work it in, and you made it look so easy! ^__^)

You're right about that. Fey cuisine can send anyone (Mister or otherwise) on a Wild Ride.

Lesser things have sent people casting caution to the wind (in the willows) (Clunky, I know, but the effort was there XD)

(Seemed fine to me. ^_^ If it's any consolation, I thought "huff(lepuff)" was more forced than that: yours is on the trolley motorcar!)

Very true. Maybe it'd help to offer to do something comforting for him. Maybe give a Fry or Tuck him in?

(Ooh, another great one! I'm thinking I'm fresh out of badger puns at this point. But again, another great volley ^^)

(Thanks! ^_^ And aye, I'd have to agree; I've been struggling to find a joke involving Wisconsin, but it's just not happening. A pleasure playing with words with you!)

^w^