The red panda did speak to Kimiko. "You are informing her overly. I think the temperature of her feet is decreasing. Observe her expression."<br/><br/>The dragon smirked and spoke in a deep rumble. "Well her feet will warm up when they're inside a nice warm stomach."<br/><br/>Kimiko looked over and sees the change of expression. "Fei, what are you... oh no, _now_ she gets cold feet?" She sighed as the tempo of magic decreased. The spell had obviously stablised. "And Andalun, you're not helping! Everyone has something to contribute, and I think your contribution should be silence!"<br/><br/>She started talking to the floating female. "Miss Reiko, you will be perfectly fine. Being eaten will not hurt one bit, indeed it should feel like the deepest, most thorough massage you ever had combined with a sauna bath. Being stuffed should also feel enjoyable. And you will reconstitute, completely restored a moment after your last morsel has been swallowed.<br/><br/>"However, the only way to get back to normal is for you to be eaten. This isn't like the simple soul transfer I use to put someone into a cake golem. There I could revert you back to your original body, as it would still exist. But this, despite your current form is like an ingredient transformation, a one way cycle. And you will experience it. Sorry, but your creature type is now construct, and that means you're immune to drugs or mind affecting spells."<br/><br/>She sat back, and a stool style pad made of cloud formed under her. "If you really want out... Hmm... I need a double express..."<br/><br/>Andalun places a floating tray in front of her with an empty coffee cup on, and beside it a dark biscotti style biscuit in the form of a skunkette, with white sugar dusting forming the features and fur striping. A fancy frill edged strip of paper is wrapped around her midriff.<br/><br/>Kimiko smiles up at him. "Thanks Andy! I knew there was a reason I keep you around."<br/><br/>"That and 21 more years of an indenture contract." he responded, ending with an exagerated exhale that blew a sorrowful stream of small bubbles from his nostrils which floated upwards. However, there was an understated humour in his speech. You got the feeling this was something of a private joke.<br/><br/>The panda girl just shakes her head and heads back out.