Babs giggled, but it had no meanness to it. "You can say 'thighs'. Just so you know, it's all solid muscle." She slapped the bare fur below her cut off jeans. "You just need to be..." She bent over backwards, going into a crab, then folding further so her chest rested on the floor, and her buttocks rested on her head, pushing her ears down. "... more flexible."<br/><br/>She unbent, bringing her legs back and under her, then sprung up. Her 'bun in the oven' t-shirt gainaxed of it's own accord.<br/><br/>"My own potions are the most basic type. I drink one, I get eaten, I feel no pain, buteverything else, my body reforms when I go unconscious or die. No leaving early, and it will only fix damage directly related to being eaten. So chewing, digestion, that sort of thing. Ptricia's, well, you saw what they could do. Effective immortality and full regeneration, as well as sensation from detached body parts. She still hasn't eaten those left over organs from when I was stuffed. I can still feel them, sort of. So you can dismember or shishkebab me, if you want."