Chris nips down to the freezer and opens it. "Wow. Did you rob half the Lebanon?" He grins and sticks some of them in the microwave, grabbing some wraps and vegetables out of a rift. Oddly, falafel won't go through dimensional rifts-much research led to the eventual conclusion that an irritable Lebanon sorcerer forbade them to move through the dimensional rifts. Ironically, he died of starvation. Shrugging, Chris headed back upstairs with the food on a plate and sat down in time to hear-<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"I've got those potions you wanted too." She stated, bringing out another bag. "Six each, formshaping and reformation. Sure you haven't some playing in mind?"</div></blockquote><br/>He backed away from Ptricia. "Uh......what do you mean...playing?"