[center][color=silver]As the Pink Alien droned on, Burberry could feel his mouth push in and stretch that it revealed his dimples, before letting a nose exhale. Not in a joking mood, he supposes.
Zoning her out of his senses while still searching his holding-pouches for [i]something[/i]. The contents erratic and disorganized due to him being reduced to two-hundredths of his mana.

[i]Found it.[/i] He pulls out from his bottom-most pouch...
two pieces of taffy.

Hands one over to Allux. "[color=gold]It's taffy, laced with a calming ether. Do [i]not[/i] swallow.[/color]" Flings the other one right into his own mouth.
Chewing on the taffy, and he can already feel the magical calming effect disperse. For a moment, he pushed the taffy into his left cheek, to speak clearer. "[color=gold]People called me the Goldmonger. It [i]is[/i] a mouthful, feel free to derive whatever shorthand. Nothing too endearing, please.[/color]"
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