<span style="color: #ff0000">"Damn right they're dainty. You're big, tough, and rugged. I'm petite and beautiful. I have to wear business suits and flutter my eyelashes, you step on people for being stupid."</span>She took her food and smiled<span style="color: #ff0000">. "You're going to make a great desert."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00b300">"I don't know why I would... are you inviting me to live here with the woman who kidnapped me?" </span>"Sharindia's not usually bad... not that bad. Give her a chance to apologize, and hey, if you stick around it'll be much easier for me to stick you." Aerin rubbed her chin for a moment then nodded.<span style="color: #00b300"> "He does bring up a good point. I think I should see what the rest of the household thinks about me before I decide to just move in on a whim. It'd be bad for everyone if I moved in and didn't get along with anyone at all." </span>"Order is little more than a dog. If The'kal wanted Outland saved, and she did, Order did it because The'kal told her to. I guess her being a dog is better than a mindless weapon. She can create an entire race, reshape a world, can't grill a chicken breast." He took Aerin's hand stuck his tongue out at Elune before blinking them down to the main kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll see if we have anything prepared that I can just heat up for you."<span style="color: #00b300">"Know any Gilean dishes? Stuffed crow, blacked bass, stag-kebabs?"</span>"Get me a cookbook and I can learn."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>