Mala smiled as she went up to prepare some food, leaving her friends to chat, the stove roaring to life with a wave of her hand, a pot on it filling just over three quarters of the way and starting to heat up, then she grabbed a basket, filled it a bit with ice, and walked over to the gnomish ice-box, and pulled out some crabs, setting them to rest in the basket while she waited for the water to heat up, wondering what to change into.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>