<span style="color: #4dffa6">"sorry, i just... even now i am still getting looked down on but i would dearly love to know what all the high class and fancy folk would do if every farmer on Azeroth decided to take a year off and only feed themselves and their families."</span>he looked at the Gnome and bit his lip.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"no cheese and i have no idea what ice cream is. thank you."</span>he took the menu and frowned as he tried to keep track of the instructions.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"thank you but i think i would prefer to talk to a person then tap magic paper."</span>he watched Emily and frowned faintly but didn't interfere. he nodded and then headed off to a table away from any mages if possible.<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"don't hold on too long... i haven't done this in a long time, my jaw will get sore quickly... i need practice."</span>while Tyrande's skill in this had rusted like all her other sexual skills she still remembered the basics, taking Crimzon about halfway with the first stroke and a little further each one after.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>