Viloet beamed proudly at her creation, blissfully unaware of the hindrance she caused Grishka. Vilo was never much of a cook. She was once hired by a party of adventurers to preform such duties whenever they had to camp for the night. Well...<em>they</em>seemed to enjoy her food... and that was completely unrelated to all the... extraciricular activites she engaged with them! It's not like they were paying her for<em>sex.</em>Of course not!<br/><br/>The halfling looked up at McGreggor aprehensively, "Oh... I hadn't really made any, sir." She replied, forcing a smile.<br/><br/>Well... McGreggor couldn't possibly have been any worse than Terrance. Magic curses and all.