<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Vedaa_Joe.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Joe (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q-aqg2Y8RQJG8CwTzELOm8DUiDTjtAlG984nufI67Rc/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>Joe ate with gusto, enjoying the food as only a troll can. Then as one hunger was curbed his thoughts went to another. Robyn looked like she could take him, or at least take it rougher than the other girls. He wanted to test her mettle, and he offered a little exploratory soft ball. "Robyn, you are an excellent cook, are you as open to being cooked for? I serve up a fine barbecue, if a bit rarer from the grill." His thoughts were simple, what did he need to do to serve his needs, and those of his wards. He led an uncomplicated life, though he thought that may be becoming a bit more... complicated soon. Well, enjoy his time now.