“Oh really? I thought the ice cream would blow your mind.” The bright and bubbly Gnome actually looked mildly offended for a moment but smiled anyways. “Well if you want award winning pies you’ll have to visit Shaz’aluzu’s shop. She’s a Troll who lives on the other side of the city, everything she makes has won an award of some sort. We used to joke about her using voodoo magic to make her treats so good. We're a fairly middle of the road bakery that's mostly here so the mages don't starve themselves to death trying to research or read."<br/><br/>Crimzon nodded and turned on the bathtub water.<span style="color: #660000"> "I understand. Then we will cuddle until you can contain yourself no longer and you haul me back to our bedroom, or whatever room you decide, and have your way with me." </span>She pulled Tyrande into her arms and held the priestess in her near crushing grip as she kissed her deep and lovingly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>