"Lovely. Pandemonium. Wonderful plane, nice comfortable caves, breezy weather, and no annoying sunbeams. I'll pass, thank you," Quillia says, her voice cheery, though her expression says otherwise.
:And I'm no snack, you big toad! I am at least a well-made and adored desert!: Preena adds telepathically, giving a small mental giggle.
:And I'm no snack, you big toad! I am at least a well-made and adored desert!: Preena adds telepathically, giving a small mental giggle.