"Oh?" Ptricia smirked at the pseudo- blue vixen. "That sounds promising. I normally play the other side of the street, as far as eating goes, but I believe I could do with a change of pace."<br/><br/>She looked Ashei up and down, licking her lips. "And then there are other things we can do, before the main course. If you're up for it... well technically, getting up for it would require a gender change, and I'm not in the mood for that."<br/><br/>&&&<br/><br/>Meanwhile, by Bright,  chocolate panther bounced with delight. "You really like it? Ok! I've just about exhausted the stored magic for it, but... yes, I should be able to divert some of my animation power into it. It'll shorten my life span though, so you'll have to start eating me as soon as I've finished."<br/><br/>She ran at a multi-layer serving plate, sprang up and caught the edge of the second floor plate with her remaining hand, swung her feet up to push off the underside and back-flip up onto the next level, than did the same to get to the highest level. There were some pocky sticks in the centre, and she grabbed one, running the width of the top story to pole vault high into the air and land on the rim of his mug, balancing there effortlessly.<br/><br/>"By my life I wish to see filled, Take my power so it will be filled, I give you now a chocolate refill!"<br/><br/>With that she broke off her handless arm, and threw it arcing into the mug. As it fell it glowed brightly, then turned into a stream of brown liquid. The level in the mug went back up. the one armed panther staggered slightly, but smiled and looked up.<br/><br/>"Ha! Let's see a mark one do that!" She said proudly, tail lashing as it helped her keep her balance on the cup rim.<br/><br/>"Their animation spell was based around a linear interaction protocol, a script if you will, with a set of personality filters, and a limited vocabulary. Whereas mark four teasmaids like me have a fully heuristic, problem solving, goal oriented architecture. Just call me the Termi-waiter... waitress. Hasta la cocoa, baby!"<br/><br/>She looked rather more shy. "If you don't feel like biting into me right now, you could always... lick my chocolate coating off. Or squeeze my middle and let my marshmallow layer squirt out into your mouth."<br/><br/>The place she had her remaining hand left no doubt as to exactly where the weak point in her chocolate shell was.