(White Raven Inn)--One morning the weather was unusually warm for November. "There is a big storm to the south," Gerta warned Mingo, refilling his coffee mug as he sat on the front porch. "Minogame is having a good time." --"the big sea turtle? How do you know?" --"Oh," Gerta smiled slyly, "I know...where he is, what he is doing, what he is seeing...." --"tell me Gerta Cheada-sama, when you ferried us all across the sea on Minogame, you were not as young as you seemed were you?" --Gerta tilted her head up and looked down at Mingo. "Asking a woman about her age are you?" she half smiled. --"tell Emiko she does not need to pull the daggers from her hair," Krisskar said, glancing at one of Gerta's "maids", it's just that I thought you were close to the age of your sister, the one who seduced Krisskar with that dance." --"You saw the dance and lived?" Gerta wondered. --"Only part of it," Krisskar rapidly explained. "and my ears were stopped up with magic earplugs, I didn't hear her sing." --"Oh," Gerta nodded. "Well, actually your assessment of my age then was incorrect by 10 years. I just looked little." --"You don't so much anymore," Mingo observed with a less-than-grandfatherly smile. "I think you would easily give your sister a run for her money." --A far away look came to Gerta's eye. "Yes, it is a big storm south of us, drifting up the coast. It will pump a lot of warm humid air up here and there will be much rain." --Standing up Mingo headed toward Frida's Farm to the side of the White Raven Inn. "I need to harvest the last of the pumpkins then." --"Pumpkins?" Lilith asked having crossed over from Cafe Istanbul. "Good, Ms. Crescent wants to teach me to make pumpkin pie." --"Miz?" Gerta commented more than asked. --Emiko spoke up, "Miz can be used for both Miss and Mrs. It used ta be only common in tha Saouth, but now everone sez it."