<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>“Hey!” I protested. “I don’t take the meals out of<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>mouth. But if Gariel’s a favorite I can eat one of the others. All elves look equally tasty to me,” I said, leaping to my feet and stepping to the nearest elf, ready to strike. “Unless you want to throw<span style="font-style: italic">yourself</span>down my throat, gorgeous?” I offered, casting and longing and hungry glance back over my shoulder - but the Kitsune seemed focused on Gorun.