The two succubi looked between each other and smiled.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "While this confusion is fun, out of respect I think we should mention that we're not her true daughters. She didn't give birth to us." </span><span style="color: #ff9999">"She did create us though, so she's stuck with us." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"That- they don't need to know about the mistakes of my past. That was almost two hundred years ago so let's just leave it in the past, yeah?"</span>Coprah touched Ophidian's head and face curiously.<span style="color: #ffff99">"You are cold."</span>She hopped off his shoulder and onto the new new loveseat.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Two hundred years ago? How old are you, Monia?"</span><span style="color: #b30000">"How old are you, Kitori?" </span>The Elf frowned and huffed while Monia struggled in her ropes. Ophidian would recognize the ropes has being of demonic design, but his time with Zelina and Monia would let him dispel them easily enough.<br/><br/>Ras frowned at Slyavandra but let it go. "She's an older Tauren woman, owns a cheese shop here in the city. She likes my wine, I like her cheese, we kind of hit it off and were going to have lunch. Sheila Cloudstrider is her name, quite a lovely mane and a sense of humor much like my own. So you would probably hate her." He smiled a bit. "Things with Jasmine have been doing... okay, but I realize I'm making things awkward and uncomfortable for her. I've been too dependent on her and need to give her some breathing room and find more friends of my own."<br/><br/>"It's Jasmine, the woman who has helped keep my head on straight since I was dragged to this timeline. I've seen the things she cooks for herself and you'd think she was half Orc. She needs a good home cooked meal. This is such a strange recipe, are you sure it's Blood Elven? You would figure they would be too conscious of their weight to eat such a heavy meal." From their view in the dining room they would be able to see all of the various ingredients needed fly out of shelves and ice boxes as Ras needed them. "I would never think to bread chicken and bake it like this, let alone with cheese on it. I'm honestly excited to try it."<span style="color: #99ccff">"Um, Mister Vincent... what do you do? For work, I mean. I saw your room and Animus told me I would work for you, but he didn't say what I would do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>