Neverwinter Forest You got a flat pancake? Just call it a crepe!

She huffed, the expulsion taking the wind out of her. It had to be said eventually, even if she screamed it at the boy. Aye, Oi did, she repeated, confirming the fact for the second time. Well, sometimes, kid...people just mate. It ain't for love. It might be lust, or summat. She had seen politiking before involving choice marriages and bargains. Sometimes wolves mated because they knew they had good genes. Sometimes they just wanted to fuck. An' dat's wot yer father did. But 'e stayed, unlike most. 'Cuz it was 'is pack. She frowned at him, unsure how to answer, or if she could. She didn't know the answer. I dunno,