<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Merc Co main hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>PP:</strong>12<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 3/4<br/><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br/><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br/><em>Blindness / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr/><strong>"Whuff?"</strong>She asked with her mouth full, looking up at Calanthe.<em>Gulp</em>.<strong>"Don't judge me, all I've had to eat today was an apple!"</strong>TO emphasize her point, she holds eye contact with Calanthe, and devours... like, a whole cruller or something like that.<acronym title="So there!"><strong>"Fo verre!"</strong></acronym>Her point made, she chews thoughtfully, mulling over what Calanthe says. A longer<em>gulp</em>this time.<strong>"Would it be weird if I called you mom, since we smooched and are in love now?"</strong>She fluttered her eyelashes prettily, and then looks past the redhead towards Zhendaya.<strong>"Oh! Sure thing!</strong>"<br/><br/>So saying she gathers up more little tarts and whatever, and meanders back to the centaur, figuring the large lady needs many tiny pies.<strong>"Here you go!"</strong>And she hands the handful of pastries up to Zhendaya.<strong>"Careful, some of them have nuts, I think. I <em>hope</em> they're nuts. Except I don't really like nuts, it's just the alternatives are worse. Oh! And this one is smoky fish and pear, pretty good..."</strong>The fact that she has cleared a whole platter of pastries just breezes right by her, since apparently Jenny has the social decorum of a warthog. A slightly prissy warthog, sure, but still a warthog.<br/><br/><strong>"So. when do we want to get ready? Do I need to get a tent? How do you go about getting one anyway? Is it just a sheet and some sticks or is it more technical?"</strong>She looked up to Zhendaya, still offering pastries like a votive to a horsey goddess of breastplates. A soft, amused snort.<strong>"You probably <em>enjoy</em> the rain on your head, why am I asking <em>you</em>?"</strong>