Damien smiled and conceded that she might indeed be correct and that the toad could serve a purpose as dice pouch of ; perhaps the toad sensed that its immediate future lay in being an accessory as it seemed to give Damien and glowering look and bounded from his palm and landed on his shoulder.<br/><br/>His eyes brightened at the sight of the heated chocolate and speared fruits as Ally returned; not perhaps something he would have chosen himself, but he had to concede that the dice rolled well in this instance and the whole thing looked decidedly appetising; besides there was fruit involved and that was healthy …right?  He picked up a piece of speared pineapple and rolled it around the liquid chocolate and bought the sumptuous concoction  to his lips; he noticed the toad from the corner of his eye …it seemed to be readying itself to launch out its tongue so the diceman quickly ate it and admonished the creature “You can’t eat that; that’s mine …anyway; would eating chocolate be damn near an act of cannabalism for you?”<br/><br/>He chuckled softly at the toad and then his face drifted into a more thoughtful repose; cannabals, why did that thought suddenly feel so …his train of thought was very gratefully distracted by the bells jingling over the door, the noise seemed to startle the toad who was now sat on Damien’s shoulder; and accompanied the bells with a loud crock that near split Damien’s head in two from its proximity.  He glanced round and saw the same young man that had nearly barrelled into him earlier.  He smiled and returned to his fondue; keeping a close eye on the toad.