[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Raineh Daze]
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Must be the possible elvish admixture in parts of Velt, he imagined. The idea that he might have some small amount of magical talent to harness was an interesting one, though, even if it wouldn't amount to too much more than parlor tricks; he'd have to look into it. Maybe it'd be enough to get him lateral movement from the knight career track to the paladin one if he had enough to work with.

But before that, there was cheesecake. Reduced down to only one plate and fork, he took a quick bite of the sambocade. Truth be told, elderflower wasn't something he normally went for, but even if he had any notable [i]dislike[/i] of the flavour he doubt he'd have minded it much in the cake, even if it didn't have berries and honey atop. He might've grabbed the bread pudding as well, if it weren't for the fact that cold bread pudding was a travesty.

[color=#008b8b][i]"Hardly[/i] implies that it still is one, though,"[/color] he observed between bites. [color=#008b8b]"Don't see any reason I should be one of the ones contributing to it if that's the case. Spontaneous bloodletting involved or no."[/color] Best not to dwell on that albeit-minimal loss overlong, though, lest he help ruin her talkative, seemingly-good mood entirely.

[color=#008b8b]"Thinking of—now that we've established some of your favourite bloods, now you've got to tell me your favourite dessert. So that I know how best to bribe you in the future, of course."[/color]