<em>Grins at Fluffington. </em><br/><br/>A man of wisdom you are my friend. Though if needed I shall defend your honor.<br/><br/><em>What more she might have said was cut short by the sound of a war waging in the kitchen. She leans on the door frame observing the havoc, gesturing conspiratorially to Fluffules and snickering at the proceedings </em>