“No, no you don’t,” she continued to shake her head, “dang it, I wish I had a giant flys watter Wouldn’t that be something?” she imagined a giant pink netted fly swatter. “It would make his quest a lot easier,” she narrowed her eyes at her familiar who she realized was silent this whole time. Aye aye aye, I don’t expect much but this is unbearable.
She held up her dagger, “Tis the baker’s first right!” She giggled, “no one can get past my excellent baking skills. Chop, chop,” she made imaginary knives with her hands and poked each of them, “Boooom, you’re dead!” the blonde grinned, feelin