Elle shook her head disrupting the haunting thoughts as Clarissa spoke, her smile quickly returning at the question.  She giggled a small bit at the question as she nodded.<br/><br/>“Everyone can feel free to eat them, I could never consume so much myself, I would explode.”<br/><br/>She smiled warmly again, the attractive seductress completing her own look again as the sullen look only seemed to cause the enchantment of her entire appearance to fade, but once again she shone happy and bright as a flower again.  The woman looked over the small pastries again smiling as she knew to any Azerothian or Draenor they would be delicious, but she was unsure of how the Pandaren would take them, but her confidence rose as one volunteer had shone the way as she quickly grasped one of the small cakes and held it out to the woman.  She slowly drooped her gaze back to the troll once again, he was still standing, her comfort with her sitting had risen, but she was unsure of his standing, she knew they were allies by race, but it was a tenacious one brought out of necessity, and their races had only grown closer due to the acts of a certain Warchief, but that didn’t make memories go away.  She smiled warmly to the Troll, almost in a teasing manner before returning her gaze back to Clarissa, her smile returning and her warmth complete once again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>