<span style="color: #4dffa6">"your not but the woman who makes the cards looked at me like i was a bucket of pig shit... i only came into this section to visit the bakery. while i am sure all the arcane secrets out there are fascinating i would guess that one needs magic to properly study and appreciate them. a Forsaken did once tell me he could help me learn to be a warlock, i reminded him that his precious Demons destroyed everything i ever loved and that i would throw myself into a pit of lava before i would ever suffer the company of a Demon. as for Emily and Chi-chi's obvious differences it is not for me to discuss without her consent."</span>Frank took another bite of the ice cream and then shook his head and pushed it away in favor of trying the pie.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"thank you my dear."</span><br/><br/>Tyrande nodded and smirked a little.<span style="color: #5900b3">"yeah, you made a big mess."</span>she laughed quietly and shook her head as she took the rags to wet them and then started washing the floor where she had been seated.<span style="color: #5900b3">"i can't swallow that quickly and even if i could my belly was already full of breakfast. you do produce an outrageous amount, which is fun, it feel great pumping into me... but this mess happens no matter where you put it. i put seven layers of towels under our sheets to protect the mattress and we change them all daily." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>