Britomart shook her head with a frown and after a little groping to find his shoulder she whacked him a good one.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i make a terrible everything domestic but that is no excuse to rub my nose in it. you plant a garden, i will keep my black thumbs far from it so something actually grows."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"i agree, which is why i thought this up... i don't give it good odds but it's better then every other scenario i could think of."</span>she frowned at Arlokk before she shook her head and threw her hands in the air.<span style="color: #ffff00">"fine, but don't say i didn't warn you." </span>Ophidian frowned at Order before he nodded to Arlokk and then waved one hand and a tall mug of his favorite ale appeared on the table.<span style="color: #ff8000">"will you have a drink with me? i can contact Karrie sometime tomorrow when she has had a little time to cool off." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>