<span style="color: purple">"I promise to leave long before you're forced to do such things." </span>She settled down into the couch and was soon snoring peacefully to the sound of Arlokk and Azu's lovemaking.<br/><span style="color: darkgreen"><br/>
"She can, Ras had her try it once. He gave her a stool to stand on and utensils on sticks for reach. After that he never let her anywhere near the kitchen again if she wasn't using magic."</span>He looked towards the kitchen and yelled back.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I said it was good, it just burns the throat like a cheap whiskey. Well sorry, not at all of us grew up eating bugs and drinking rocket fuel or stagnant oasis water. I want a loaf of your most potent recipe though, I have a son who's a Troll and I'm sure it'll either blow his head off or you'll have a repeat costumer for life. I'm not insulted, I prefer women with a little bite to them. They're far more fun to talk to." </span>He took another bite of his bread with much less coughing.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I think if you were to crumble this up and bread a chicken breast you'd have a real winner on your hands."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>