<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cbjKPy5.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Ming Par'fey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340366.msg16125087#msg16125087)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Half-Elf/Gourmand<br/><strong>HP:</strong>22/22<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>XP:</strong>1/7<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:  9 (+0)    Constitution:  16 (+2) Dexterity: 16 (+2)<br/>Intelligence: 13 (+1) Wisdom: 8 (-1)        Charisma: 12 (+0)<br/><br/>Refined Palette: "change body shape" and "boneless flexibility"</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Ming stared up at Machiko with a raised brow, clearly perplexed at her explanation, "Didn't fi-? wha...what the fuck are you talking about? It's an apron! It's a flat piece of cloth with straps! if it doesn't fit just TIE IT TIGHTER! It's the fucking definition of one size fits all!" she shouted, eye twitching as she failed to fathom how someone could lose an apron, "I mean if you don't know how to tie a knot that's fine, but don't blame it on the size!"<br/><br/>The chef let out a heavy sight as she snatched the apron and slung it over one shoulder, "anyways..." she trailed off, turning her attention back down to Diabelle, still stroking and petting her absentmindedly, "That sounds like a good idea. I'm sure they'll have plenty of supplies we can stock up on too" she agreed, "Oh speaking of which..." she said, reaching into her pack and pulling out a jar of left over stir-fry, "here, to help get your strength back after exerting yourself so much, say aaah..." she cooed, holding up a forkful to the mage's mouth and attempting to feed her.