Exton

The Twisted Tit Tavern was a whirl of activity. The smells from the kitchen proved Monty had been up from early on creating culinary treats in preperation for the influx of people, especially the children. He always made treats for Chloe and Teri, but now he had the rest coming, as soon as Stoney rose in the late afternoon.

He looks over the list of things he needs and speaks to the teen now helping him in the kitchen. As the kid disappears Patti swings through the door and grins at him. She boosts herself up on the island and swings her booted feet back and forth.

"So. This should be a documentary... the Marmurr in its natural habitat."

He gives he a raised brow and bows his head slightly. "No offense Mistress Patti, but..." He flips her off and returns to measuring out cocoa powder.

Patti points her nose in the air and sniffs. "I am hurt Monty." He watches her from the corner of his eye. "And to think I came in here to talk to you about a way of freeing yourself..." Monty nearly drops the measuring cup into the bowl of batter.

He carefully places everything on the counter and turns to face her. "Mistress, a Marmurr is bound to a family, a bloodline. We can't be freed." he frowns. "Unless you plan to kill...me..."

Patti laughs. "And have Ike out for my hide? Hell no! But don't you want to make choices for yourself without having to worry? I know I did. I hated being under someone else's control." She waves a hand at him, multi colored nails sparkling under the bright light. "No. I mean free you. I was thinking of asking Silk and Dr. M. if they have any ideas. Keon too." She hops off the countertop, snagging a sweetroll from where Monty wouldn't see. "And I ain't talking about tying you to someone else." She looks up and around the room, "Or somewhere. Think about it." She pushes open the kitchen door and sashays out to Monty's murrmurred. "I know you took one."

Alone, Monty opens the door to the far pantry and looks at the crawl space he used to call home. A blanket and several pillows are still tucked under the bottom shelf, along with the few treasures he had accumulated before Patti had claimed rightful ownership. He looks at his hands, large capable hands, and smiles, remembering the small childlike form he had for so many centuries. Patti had given him leave to take the form he wanted. He picks up the bowl and absently folds in the cocoa powder. A small smile curls his lips. Now she offered to find a way to free him, truly free him. He begins to whistle a lively tune, already forgiving the pilfered sweet.