Eris was your average Draconequus. Playful, trickstery, full of more magic than one really knows what to do with. And so, she decided to learn how to cook. Bursting in through the doors, she found herself in full chefs garb, floating in the air with her little hat and apron. Grinning at a level to put the cheshire cat to shame, she waltzed up to a station, and began reviewing the available prey. Meanwhile, her ingredients began lining up. Sugar, salt, flour, water, vanilla, cream, all sorts of stuff. What was she making?!<br/><br/>((looking for any prey that wants to be with a very odd chef.))