Ibara smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"thanks, but no thanks. when it comes to cooking i have the patience of a Goblin who ate fifteen bags of coffee beans. and that's ignoring the fact that i can't pick ripe produce worth a damn nor can i tell a good cut of meat from a bad one. even i can't stand my own food no matter how badly i have tried... mother often joked that if my cooking got any worse a Demonic portal would open in our kitchen." </span>she looked up at him and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"as far as i know all she has ever told anyone about that night is that she was raped. she usually just glares at anyone who dares to bring it up and the one time a woman mocked her on the subject she gouged her eyes and when the woman bent over clutching her face mother grabbed her by the head and kneed the woman in the face as hard as possible... she ended up blind in one eye and her nose was broken so hard that even the Priests couldn't heal the scars away which left her quite disfigured. if i have any questions i will keep that in mind."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>