Interaction with a Pixie

Akas Daera Letara, Steel Whirlwind says, "Well, if you're offering breakfast, I suppose I should
offer lunch."
Laughing merrily, a pixie flutters in from the north.
Daera drops 3 platters of elegant sandwiches.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "Oh, so they both have the same eq balance, interesting."
Daera nods her head sagely.
A pixie peers about himself unscrupulously.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, "That's what I was concerned about too! It's fine, promise."
Arien gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
You give a pixie a peck on the cheek.
A pixie raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly at you.
You pick up a tempting cinnamon roll platter.
With a small, curious voice, a pixie says, "Umm. What is this?"
Entranced by a tempting cinnamon roll platter, you emit a long "Ooooh."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "And I'd be a High Elfen."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "That's pretty hot."
An armoured badger snuffles about the area curiously.
You ask a pixie, "Ooh, doesn't it smell wonderful?"
Finger extended, Daera pokes a pixie.
A pixie raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly at Daera.
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "To pixie I made it fresh for autumn, little one.
They are spiced buns."
Arien looks about herself suspiciously.
A pixie flits over to the cinnamon rolls and pokes their dough gingerly with his tiny finger.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "Wow! That would bump me up to 20 intelligence."
Arien's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You take a tempting cinnamon roll platter close to you and, closing your eyes, inhale deeply to
absorb its scent.
Staring at a tempting cinnamon roll platter, you lick your lips and go 'mmmmmmmm.'
Daera eats a tempting cinnamon roll platter with obvious gusto.
You consume a tempting cinnamon roll platter leisurely, enjoying every bite.
You slowly make your way through the cinnamon rolls with the warm bread, spicy cinnamon, and sugary
icing combining into a blissfully sweet and indulgent, if messy, treat.
Your constitution is enhanced by eating a tempting cinnamon roll platter.
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper looks thoughtful and says, "I should cook them more
often."
Akas Daera Letara, Steel Whirlwind says, "Mmhm."
You hug Arien compassionately.
Arien's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,
spreading darkness across the land.
A pixie tentatively extends his tongue and licks the nearest cinnamon roll, his curious eyes
narrowed in concentration.
Arien hugs you compassionately.
You say, "You should! Can I order a bunch from you?"
You say, "I have all these shops I could put them in.."
You flutter your eyelashes at Arien.
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper smiles impishly and says to you, "Oh my."
You urge a pixie onwards.
A pixie playfully pinches you on the behind.
Arien's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You flutter your eyelashes at a pixie.
A pixie tickles you mercilessly!
The pixie gasps audibly with delight and pleasure before leaping into the air, spiralling around in
a fit of excitement, before diving straight into the roll with his hands outstretched.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "Oh so I was watching this anim... japanese cartoon... where one
character was in love with another and she was daydreaming about the lunch she made him and snuck
into his hands. "Wow, this is so delicious, I would marry the cook!" he said. THen it showed them
both in wedding outfits as he asks "Would you make my lunch every day forever?""
You squeal in excitement.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "It made me rofl."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, "Wtf."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, "Rofl."
With his mouth full, a pixie exclaims, "This is the most good thing I've ever licked!"
You nod your head enthusiastically.
Druid Feyr, Caretaker of the Valleys says, "These look tempting."
The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper lifts a platter up to a pixie, his form disappearing
into the centre of the bun he was seeking. Squeezing the bun, she laughs, gently grooming his wings
from frosting.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "Feyr am so original."
A small screech owl soars into the sky and flies around in a few circles.
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, "It was funny."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, ":P."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): Feyr says, "Ooh, Avu is on my suspect list ^_^."
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says to you, "I'll be happy to do any cooking for you.
Especially custom orders once Treehearth is in my relative grasp."
 (Yfae'dren Jewels): You say, "Haha."
Druid Feyr, Caretaker of the Valleys says to Arien, "How much per platter?"
You say to Arien, "When you get a chance, can you send me a list of what you can make?"
Hierophant Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says to Feyr, "What is the going price. I know very
little of what it is nowadays."
A pixie flutters off to the north, barely suppressing a giggle.