<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>OOC: YES! Booyahkashah. Oh, there's something I have to tell you but it completely slipped my mind-I'm going to Greece on Monday and I probably won't have access to a computer for two weeks. Ack. I know. IDEAS! Crocodile waitresses who try to eat the band. Yes. Definitely. Undoubtedly. I'm coming up with something for a change.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take over anything. This is your RP. I was just trying to throw in some colour to enjoy while you drive the plot. If theyy're crocodiles, maybe that's how Ptricia knows about them, from the old country (Egypt is really, reall old, isn't it?). I figured it was a docks place, catering for docks workers who come in at ungodly hours, wanting good, simple food and big portions. But you design it however you want.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Well in that case Ptricia you can ride on the back of this thing in normal size if you want."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The mini-Ptricia on his shoulder shook her head and exclaimed, "Now he tells me, after I spammed a potion of formshaping to crank up my shapeshifting for this stunt? I'll stay here, I don't have a helmet. All you need now is a green cap and a Triforce. Oh... head towards the river and hang a second left."