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The ringing of a bell was all the announcement needed to alert Georgio to Earl's arrival. Up on a small table populated with teacups, another small plague kicked at the bell, he being too small to physically shake it. His tall captain's hat, ship-like in shape, and strange curled boots made him an odd character. The bright orange of his clothing did no favors. "Baron! You orange faced traitor!" Earl shaked his tiny little fists up at his friend. Or at least they were supposed to be friends. They had been. Friends and enemies really. Or really buddy enemies. He wasn't entirely sure anymore. Who could be after the captain had simply torn a button off his coat one day for no reason other than to have it. It had taken three days of nagging to get Georgio to find another red button of the same size and afix it to his tiny frame.

The Baron just waved down at him, scowling as usual.

"Ah, friend, do not be frightened. Georgio is really a plesant man. Just not when I 'appen to steal this lass," The Earl turned quickly to Septimus, then pointed at the teapot. It still sat quietly, as a teapot does, on the rolling platform. Hopefully no one would panic. He hated it when people paniced.

"Earl!" The clay mason continued on with several strings of curses, all in Italian, all aimed at how Earl was not to take the teapot on adventures. It was a teapot and therefore fragile. It was not a toy for the Earl to play with. He rounded the corner into the workshop the little plagues had entered, looking down to find a very curious new face. A very tiny face, but it was new all the same. How rude of him. He was probably terrifying. Carefully he knelt, though he still towered over an excito, it was the thought that counted, "Apologies little one. Are you a friend of the Earl?" Perhaps it would be best to leave Earl and his company to their own devices. His teapot was at least home and safetly unbroken. There was something to be said in that.

((I'm a horrible person, I apologize. ; A ; ))

Georgio was the first to actually make a move as the little visitor simply crumpled, much like a leaf, to the floor. It wasn't very far of a journey for one so small at least. The clay mason frowned at Earl, reaching out to take the teapot off the little rolling platform, meaning to set it safely on a counter. "Your friend seems skittish."

"An understatement." Earl reached out to attempt and lift the poor thing. Least he could do is set the chap up for the night and have Georgio take them to the forest in the morn'. He waited patiently for Georgio to return, kneeling down in order to hear him. "He's from the forest. Says he has fam'ly there. Think you could take us out in the mornin'? Would be rude to leave him stranded an' all." Earl may have been a lot of things, but he wasn't cruel. He also wasn't the best navigator, especially in a new city. He would never have admitted to it of course, he had appearances to uphold.

"Is he going to be alright?" It was the only this to ask really. Georgio had never had a visiting excito, simply ones that moved in without much warning. What was the proper reaction to that? He decided on taking a seat at his worktable, watching the little creatures curiously from a distance. Best to not terrify the little creature more than he already had.

"I'm sure he's fine, aren't you friend?" Earl reaching out to pat Septimus on the shoulder again in an attempt to rouse him. It was one thing getting himself up onto counters and into trouble, it was another entirely to attempt to drag along an unconscious body. Especially considering his own comrade in arms, the Baron, had already disappeared into places unknown.

Georgio was very careful not to make any sudden moves, best not to frighten the poor little creature. Or at least not any more than he already had. He leaned his chin against his fist, raising a brow at the Earl. Were all his friends so frightened of people? It had him wondering what kind of people would actually want to harm the little creatures, take them away to avoid the plague perhaps, but hurt them? It seemed far too extreme. Or perhaps that was just him having a soft spot.

Earl had been holding himself back at Septimus pleaded with him for protection, a careful hand on his face to hide the twitching smile. But as the cowering grew to the awkward stage he snapped, laughing and clapping at bit at the silliness of it all. His knew friend was such a curious one. Living in the forest must have been such a sheltered and lonely affair. Safer perhaps, but who needed safe when you had adventure? "'Course he isn't. Hurt you? Don' think th' man has a mean bone in his body. He's nice, promise."

Gio nods from his stool, waving at the little ones. Perhaps the teapot would take better to him. Or at least he hoped so.

"I think if he was the mean sort 'ah wouldn't be livin' here. You'll be safe here till mornin' an' then he can take us back to your forest an' get you home." He clapped Septimus gently on the back before making his way over to Gio's worktable. "You can get a better view from up here if ya' like."

"Have you not ever met a human before little one?" He was asking the visitor, not even thinking as he helped Earl onto the worktop. It was getting to be a normal thing, lifting him up onto shelves only to find he'd made his own way down hours later without much trouble. He probably shouldn't have indulged the Earl like he did.

Gio's eyebrows went high as the little creature explained. Someone would actually kill the little creatures? Georgio didn't want to meet someone who had the capacity to end the life of something so small and weak compared to themselves. It wasn't a capacity that the clay mason held. "I am sorry for your loss little one. Not all my kind are so cruel, I assure you."

Earl pat at Gio's hands, as if to say 'good job' to his compassion. He was such a ridiculous little Earl. "I'm sure you're exaggeration' on the bad luck. You probably just keep focusin' on the bad. But you found me! Well I found you. That's a stroke of good luck I assure you!"

"Such a humble little one you are," Gio snorted and pulled his hand away as Earl slapped at him. He had gotten so used to his active little house guest. "There isn't anything of value out here in the workshop aside from this one," he tapped the strange teapot Earl had been dragging around all day, "so don't worry too much about breaking anything. While it would be nice, it's not like I can't replace it quickly."

"I'm sure you're good at something, everyone is. I'm sure it even applies to little creatures like yourself." Gio smiled, a bemused sort of expression, as he looked down as his newest, if temporary, house guest. It seemed he had about as much experience with humans as Gio had with his kind. It wasn't what he expected. Then again nothing could really stand up to the strange rivalry and charm that was the Earl and the Baron. "Your brothers sound very strict. It means they care."

Or at least it had when his father had been drilling his craft into his head. Gio had his fair share of smacks to the back of his hands for goofing off.

"You're going to have so many stories to tell 'em that the won't even know what to do with themselves! I mean, of course, you can pad them slightly, leave out the getting lost bit. But they weren't there so what you don't tell them they'll never know." Earl gave and bit of a pose and a wink before he shrugged it off, adjusting his cap. He was ready to explain that he technically slept in a forgotten teapot in the back of the workshop, when he did sleep, but Gio got there first.

"To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. They don't have human sized beds, but they've sort of made themselves at home on their own." As if for emphasize he shrugged. "Where do Plagues sleep in the forest?"

"Baron has himself holed up in a birdhouse. I've got a nice little place in a teapot. I'm sure I can wrangle up some spare cloth and set you up in a teacup or some such for the night." Gio's eyebrows rose in a bit of surprise, turning to stare at an old birdhouse he'd completely forgotten to set up. The paint was fading but apparently it was still cozy enough for a plague where it was, settled on a very low shelf underneath a worktop.

Earl looked up at Gio for the explanation he needed on fine china, the mason taking the hint and standing carefully, as not to jostle the table, and moved across to one of his drying racks. The workshop wasn't overly large, but it did take up most of the space in his home. Workshop, store front, and the small upstairs home. On the small side perhaps for a human when it came to living space, but he was one man and didn't need much. At least his little house guests treated it like a castle. He returned with an unpainted teapot and its matching teacup. "This, is a teapot," Earl pointed at it as Gio set them down. "Normally not special like our princess here. The little thing is a teacup. They come in matchin' sets. It's a bit of a human thing, but they make good beds for plagues our size."

"He normally isn't allowed to crawl inside this one," a tap to the swirly pot he'd grown so fond of, "unless we're traveling. It's easier to keep them hidden together. It's rude otherwise." Earl nodded as if to agree, a smile lighting up his little face. "And I don't have any plans for cutting down trees. I don't use wood in the things I make, so your forest is safe from me." Gio set the unfinished teapot back onto the drying rack but left the teacup for Earl. He wasn't exactly sure which long forgotten teapot Earl had set up his home in, there were several collecting dust on lower shelves, so he wasn't sure where a teacup would be needed for temporary housing.

"But to answer a question, generally this lass is the only one you'll find in teapot shape. I think anyway. But she's probably the best one, she's got me as a teacher after all." Despite Earl's confidence and posturing Gio couldn't keep the laugh in. He was going to have a terrible little terror of a teapot if she was taught anything by Earl or Baron.

"Don't let him confuse you. Lass just means a young girl, as he says my teapot will be. I haven't met many of your kind, so I'm not sure of your terms. You don't have to treat other items differently, only when they're cursed with plague." The Earl was a horrible teacher, his little teapot was going to be the tiniest and somehow biggest terror in his life. He didn't know how he was going to handle more than the two in his residence, not that they needed much handling. "But thank you for your honesty about the trees."

Earl was giggling over the whole affair. Of course his new friend would lie to protect his home in a tree, it was just like someone afraid of humans. Yell curse and they'll probably go running. It was a thing that humans were good at, running from curses. "Tell ya what, Septimus my good friend, I'll teach you all about people stuff when we take you home, and you'll be soundin' like an expert next time your brothers get confused." He slung an arm companionably around the little leaf plague, smiling all the while, his hat at a jaunty till.

"But for now let him sleep Earl. I trust you can find him a suitable bed?"

"'Course I can." Gio nodded and picked up his swirly little teapot, setting 'her' on a more secure spot above the little excitos, safe from whatever nightly mischief they may have gotten up to. Though by the look on Septimus' tiny face, and antics were going to involve sleeping.

"Good. But it is growing late and I have some things to attend to in the shop before I go to bed myself. I'm not sure when matins is to be quiet honest, but I'll be up early, perhaps it's then?" He wasn't a particularly religious man by default. "Have a good rest, don't keep him up all night Earl, he needs his rest so we can get him safely home tomorrow." He gave a little nod to the two before standing, making sure they had a proper way down off the table if they needed it, and made his way back into the main house. The door into the house was always left open a tad these days, allowing his Excitos easy run of the place, should one of them had gotten left in the house come evening. Not that he knew they slept in the evening, he was pretty sure Baron was nocturnal.