<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"If you say so, but children and children no matter what. I can't imagine them not needing a parent around at all times. Of course I'm willing to listen to your advice, you're my mother and I trust you not to steer me the wrong way. I trust you and I would trust father if I could meet him." </span><br/><br/>"I was left unsupervised, I can't be held responsible for my actions there. Well, in my ideal situation I would put it to use almost daily but... maybe you're right." Nyarien continued to thrash on the ground while Ras laughed despite himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but I didn't expect such a reaction from her." Nyarien grabbed the glass of milk and did as told, desperate for any kind of relief as she began to cough and retch from the heat. "Sure, I can hide them in my food quite easily and it would be too late for her to do anything before she ate enough to burn a hole in her stomach. There's just one small problem, my Vyre is the one who taught me how to grow these and she would eat them right off the vine. Now, my Vyre is- was very different from the one here so maybe she doesn't have the heat tolerance mine did."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>