<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>"She was the one who you went off with? When they blew up your room with me in it? That ruined a really nice dress! And, erm, what do you mean by blinded you?"<br/><br/>The tale spills out, the Warcaofs notably letting he do so.<br/><br/>"I think drinks would help. All this time I've been slaving over a hot sunlounger, and you've been gallivanting around being persecuted and persecuted again? Some people have all the fun. Hmph!"<br/><br/>I give her hand a squeeze sympathetically.<br/><br/>"And what is behind the flamehaired temptress look? I like that."