<span style="color: #336600">"He could have been picking up fruit from Rachet and selling it to your mother but that's very unlikely, other than Feathermoon Stronghold the place wouldn't be profitable for a Goblin to operate in. The problem is that there isn't a whole lot of fruit options on that side of Kalimdor... But that would also make it quite easy." </span>Every fruit and berry Ras could think of started to appear on the counters and moved themselves into more floating balls of punch.<span style="color: #336600"> "Any of these work?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"If your Ras was anything like me... There's more to it than just waving a hand, I had the same issue with my Ibara. When I came into my powers the idea of rebuilding her skull was terrifying and not something I felt comfortable doing. Ibara didn't want to hear it and attacked me. I didn't mean to offend, I worded that poorly, but an alien is far more interesting than any other High Priestess. Korgna may get that benefit of sex but that meant people were having sex with a dead woman and that's vile. Now that she's alive it's definitely an interesting idea." </span>He gave her the box back and smiled.<span style="color: #336600">"I didn't mean your woodcarving was an Azeroth tradition, I mean you giving gifts and realizing that wrapping paper is massive pain in the ass."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>