“Probably, but she died almost three hundred years ago so I must have forgotten.” Poppins cocked a bright pink eyebrow and nodded. “I see, I see. I’m curious to know what kinds of interests a… farmer? and a Blue could share. I mean no disrespect, Frank, but when I look at you I don’t exactly see a scholar like most Blue friends. And this little one is clearly no normal dragon whelp.” She offered Chiren her hand and the child grabbed it and looked it over curiously.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“What makes you think my child isn’t normal?” </span>“She’s talking and has fingers.”<span style="color: #4d4dff">“She’s not even a person, she’s a fat little sugar fairy. I’m sure she would be delicious.” </span>Poppins stuck her tongue out at Emily and looked at Frank. “Try the ice cream before it melts, dear.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">“Not when it comes to your body, no. You say no and I don’t question it. I’m happy spending time with you in any fashion.” </span>She smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #660000"> “I still think we should do something for them so show our appreciation. But some other time.” </span>She took Tyrande’s hand and leaned down to kiss her.<span style="color: #660000">“Let’s make our way to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>