<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Really? Ah, right... Well, um, technically books do grow on trees. I will get you a book explaining where the parchment we use comes from and how books are made in these modern times. If you kiss anyone that isn't me or your own daughter I will turn you into a sheep. And not a cute one either." </span>Emily was happy to let Frank looked around and explore while she tossed various things into a floating basket. Some things he would recognize as being soap and even a razor but other items were completely foreign.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "How do I answer that without upsetting you? Academically speaking, you are like a murloc. But you still have years and years of wisdom and common sense that I don't have. And is my knowledge really my own? I just recite books that I've read that were written by other people."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">"It'll will heal on its own and you don't need to worry about me. I want to carry you... I... Sorry. When we get home I guess I'll accept the riding boot." </span>She leaned against Tyrande and kissed her again now that they were near their home and away from prying eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>