The stoic changeling grunts. "Great. Now she's getting creative."<br/><br/>"Aaaaugh! We're both gonna die, Modox!" Trill struggles to escape the princess's magical grip.<br/><br/>000000<br/><br/>Carmel chuckles as she finishes making marks on the notepad. "It's not THAT interesting of a story... but I love telling it." The brown unicorn glances back at the Boxcar full of moaning changelings, and shrugs. "Well, we seem safe enough." She lays down on her bulging belly, shivering as something inside wriggles and protests. "Oh don't whine..." she sighs happily, rubbing the bulge.<br/><br/>"See, I actually come from a long line of dessert chefs. I'm the eldest, and both my parents were all gung-ho about me inheriting the family business. I was pretty good at making pastries buuuut..." Carmel sighs a bit ruefully. "I just didn't really enjoy it. And my father was a raging asshole that demanded absolute perfection."