Morah frowned a little and looked at him.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i can't do that, this fruit wouldn't be ready for that for another two days at the very least. no, i am just going to make what i can make and enjoy the party."</span>she smiled a bit and went back to work.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">"Goddess no, i am never getting married again."</span>she smirked a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #006666"> "well, then it's a good thing i have sworn off getting drunk. breaking my leg has been quite a sobering experience... i have become complacent on this soft world and i need to be more careful. its not about strength or your physique, you can use your powers to protect yourself rendering any blows i might land useless."</span>she rolled her eyes and shook her head.<span style="color: #006666">"i have people for that kind of work. what you were is quite irrelevant, the Ras here was a raging criminal and that is all the excuse i need. legally the Timelost are a major pain in the ass, especially ones who have a native counterpart. i have one in a cell right now convinced that since she wasn't born here our laws don't apply to her. she didn't injure anyone so Order hasn't taken her off my hands... in all honesty she reminds me of the native Ras but there isn't a hint of Troll on her."</span>she looked at him and his arm for a moment before she shrugged and let him.<span style="color: #006666">"it's not like i am in a hurry, i can go a few hundred years without getting laid, i mastered masturbation a very long time ago. since Morah is in her kitchen she has no doubt gotten around Jasmine's 'brilliant plan' to sabotage the cake and making it but it is a lengthy process and i am none too keen on watching her make that abomination."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>