The Creepy, Once-More-Unduly-Filled-With-Children Mansion in the Woods, Saturday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana had spent the night in Innistrad; the geistmage she'd borrowed from Olivia had wanted to get some preliminary readings and measurements from the Chain Veil. While the night had been long and tedious, the following morning (late morning, to be sure) saw her Planeswalking home again, full of smiles and empty of stomach. Her staff at the estate had offered to make her breakfast before she'd left, but she'd waved them off. After all, she was certain to return home to a paramour cooking up brunch in the kitchen, and why ruin her appetite for that?

Her blithe assurance of how her day was going to go crashed around her ears when she swept into the (oddly quiet and scentless) kitchen, with a cheerful "My darling, what culinary delights have you prepared for my delectation this morning, I'm positively starved!" only to find a child sitting in her breakfast nook.

Specifically, the child her paramour had once been, and had returned to for the weekend.

"Bloody hell," she said, looking at the sandy-haired young boy with undisguised dismay. "This island's timing and humor are atrocious."

[For the gentleman, of course, but also open for any wandering adults and children because a Liliana-run daycare sounds hilarious.]

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She gave him the square footage of the house, then broke it down by how many floors and the number of rooms. "And I have a great many rooms that I use for only one thing," she said with a laugh. "A ballroom, a gaming room, a conservatory, a formal dining room, guest rooms...We redid our upstairs so any guests could have their own suites."

And no one would think they were free to use her bathing chamber. Hannibal had warned her about that.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"What do you conserve?" Jon asked. "Why do you need a whole room for it?"

[deathsmajesty]

"Plants, mostly," Liliana said with a smile. "It's...mmm, consider it something like a greenhouse, but attached to the house. A lovely room to relax in, with a fountain in the middle, and it's always warm."

Warm was very important to Liliana and her body that was so cold, her breath didn't steam in the winter.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Colour Jon skeptical. "Like fruits and things? So they don't die in winter? We went to Kew Gardens with school last year. It's got a bunch of greenhouses. The Palm House was the first place to use wrought iron that much, and all the panes of glass are hand-blown. The Temperate House is much bigger, though. It took over thirty years to build! It's the biggest Victorian glass house still around. There was one called the Tea House, though they didn't use it for tea, I don't think, but the suffragettes burned it down. And they've got the tallest flagpole in Britain! It's all one big tree, though it's rather cheating because the tree is from Canada. I suppose they are technically part of the UK, but it's not exactly the same."

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"You know a lot of facts, Jon darling," Liliana said, said with a smile. "As you grow up, some people will tell you not to just rattle them off, that you'll just come off as a know-it-all. But do you know what I think?"

She gave him a conspiratorial smile. "That's just because they're boring and jealous they don't know interesting facts about the world. There's nothing sadder than someone who isn't curious about the world and nothing more tedious than someone who uses their energy to try to put out the spark of curiosity in others." She patted him on the head. "Never choose boring, Jon. It doesn't suit."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon scowled a little at first, but as she continued, but he was grinning by the end, even though he rolled his eyes and squirmed out from under her hand, straightening his hair (for some value of "straightened").

"I don't want to be boring. Learning things is exciting! Even if the police don't think so. They're awful."