Frostfire Ridge the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron

Man, this one was fiesty. She was dishin out warning signs like a mini pupu platter party favors, and Ash just didn't know where to go with it. Like, he thought it was a rad thing to keep it short and sweet with the babes, but apparently the blondie was misled. He sure didn't mean any harm, but sweet honey mixin' vixen, she had a temper.

"SkaH-Dee?" he attempted pronouncing, hoping to quell her irritation before it landed him kiss marks all over him- and not the good kind.

Maybe this was a bad brainin on ya, Ash.
Ya think?  I tried man.
I know man, I know. Just gotta dig it.