<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>“I’m more in the direction of strong-arming than sneaking,” Ambrosia whispers back, “and, ah,<span style="font-style: italic">swallowing</span>... though I suppose if I ate<span style="font-style: italic">enough</span>of them I could block the door all by my lonesome,” she smiles, as if teasing, but the look in her eyes suggests she finds the idea of such a feast tempting…