Ptricia grinned. "A chef's no better than her ingredients." She gave a nod to Barbara's head, who was blushing... somehow.<br/><br/>the sphinx pulled out an electric carving knife and sliced away a leg at the bikini line. Then she hefted it over onto his plate, and added a generous helping of stuffing. The rabbit shivered with pleasure.<br/><br/>Then Ptricia paused in thought, and with a sly little grin, said. "I'm sorry, maybe you wanted some breast meat instead?"<br/><br/>Then Chris's feedback howled down to them, and Ptricia looked upwards, eyes wide. "By Bast's holy littertray, what was that?"<br/><br/>Babs eyes were equally wide. "I don't know, but I felt it! Hang on a second, I'm going to try something..."<br/><br/>Her face stiffened and her eyes turned glassy, as if she was nothing more than a trophy head. Up above the head on the rug came alive. "Wow! I don't believe that worked! I guess it's still a part of me, sort of..." Having nothing to brace against, she couldn't turn her head, but that didn't stop her guessing.<br/><br/>"Watch where you're putting your feet! That has to be you Chris... Do you know how hard it is to get pawmarks out of fur?"