''We share the same opinion then. Although sometimes a<i>powerful</i>discussion can destroy far more then any destructive nature of a weapon or raised hand ever could.''<br/><br/>Bliss reached out for one of the cupcakes and took it tenderly in her hands as Elle answered her burning qeustion. Clarissa had always been very wary of the conjured food from the mages, never doubted that homemade cooking would have always been an improvement on the magical version. However after hearing the explanation of the elf she wondered how her cooking would compete to that of an elf with experience that lasted far longer and spread over a few hundred years? She might be able to make a delicious cake with good old-fashioned cooking, but the conjured food of an 200old chef could always be better. Not something she ever though would be possible.<br/><br/>''Could I try your cooking lady Elle? You have me wondering of how the taste would be of such a small and precarious little marvel of sorcery''<br/><br/>Clarissa tried her best to look as kind and friendly as she could, as for some reason the gaze she had met from her accompanied elf was faltering. Bliss wondered if it had been her words that affected the elf so much in her state of mind, the happy and carefree spirit dropping to a strange low in appearance. But the thought struck to her that such an ancient being would never be able to be put down by some simple words of a young paladin like her. No, she thought to herself, it must be something else that made her mood drop so low all of a sudden.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>