Dizzy from barfing, Violet waltzes back in her gothic-looking black boots, sitting back down next to Jori and Tory. The mutt tosses his mate a look that asks, Should we tell her? Telepathically, the tigress replies, Hells no! She shrugs, feeling disappointed with eating the producer on a predatory scale. She felt bad, but still -- in a realm where her magic could work, she could easily revive the producer if she wanted. Even if he either rotted in the realm's Hell or rested in its Heaven in the meantime.<br/><br/>As for right now, she sat back and watched as Arianna gulped down Zearo. She giggled at the irony of the infamous dragon, the people-eater and village-burner, being gulped like a pill. Thankfully, Vio had arrived just too late for her to see this happen.