<span style="color: #666600">"Ras wants to kill Ashia and turn her into a pair of boots. And they still had a decent enough conversation for them to exchange information. I'm willing to bet he'd be willing to teach you to cook, it's one of the few non-destructive things he's good at."</span>She looked at the images with a frown then nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"Then I apologize. I forgot about our meeting, I don't like it, but I will admit that I'm in the wrong. However..."</span>The'kal stood up in the tub and slapped Order hard enough to destabilize her connection to her mortal shell.<span style="color: #666600">"Don't you ever raise your voice to me. You are not a child, you are not Ras, and I will not tolerate being yelled at." </span>She glared at Order before settling back down into the tub.<span style="color: #666600">"I don't want to rule the mortals, I don't want to be a god here..."</span>Her attention wandered back over to Ashia.<span style="color: #666600">"But I love them too much to leave them to their own devices. They've had too many chances to prove they don't need us and they've failed every time. No, keep your tasks and do as we originally planned. If I ever question you again just remind me of our previous conversation, if I do want things to change I'll talk to you about it properly. I still want you to learn to cook with Ras, if for nothing else than to amuse me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>