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"Only the best for my customers," said Maya. "Able too keep it cheap, too. Connections on the farm."
Maya nodded. "Good. Me, too."
"I'm nit royalty," said Skydust. "Those two things do not always go together." Maya poured her a cider. "Hey, welcome. No offense, but no special...
Might as well toss my opinion in. Don't let it discourage anyone. Now... here's the thing. I have powerful characters. In terms of raw power,...
"Eh, free speech and stuff." Maya walked back behind the counter.
"Well, damn, I just wanted to feed some customers, not have this chat. Oh well, not my place to tell you what to think."
"That sounds kinda racist," Maya commented.
Maya raised an eyebrow. "So... what's being discussed?"
"I know what I'm doing," Azrael assured. Maya approached Zeran with a new steak plate, balanced on her flank. "Dinner's served!"
D:
"I usually prefer a lightning bolt," said Azrael. "Lightning happens all the time. Easy to mask as mother nature."
"Besides. These cows likely died of natural causes. Or maybe it was me, and I merely told the Dreaded One it was natural causes." He shrugged....
Azrael chuckled. "Probably cry some more. Carnivores simply must eat. This is biology."
Anyone heard from Xan?
"It happens. Maybe she shouldn't be so delicious."
Azrael shrugged. "Maybe she'll come back."
Azrael: The thrill of the fight. And the drinking you do afterwards. Skydust: My wife. Maya: Sex, drugs, and a tiny, blue alicorn.
"We are consuming your kind," Azrael said bluntly. "Come, have a drink."
"Wait, really? Didn't think you ate meat. Alright, back in a bit." She walked back into the kitchen.
But... from the perspective of the Chinese, it's down.
