<span style="font-weight: bold">Fran</span><br/><br/>"Eheh," the frimbo giggles, shifting nervously, a little unsure whether or not you're joking. But then, she's just seen you drain your magic... "Well, of course I would've digested you if you'd let me shrink you down and crawled into my mouth," she giggles, "if you're gonna act like food I'll tr-eat you like food," she smiles, "but that doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend, and I'll happily share my fairy-food with you... just don't expect me to make a meal out of myself for you. My shrinking-magic might not be a match for your fire... but you've used it all up making this deliciously toasty bath, haven't you?" She titters.