Silverlight Terrace They're saying one song left, no time for no regrets

As ever, she caved to his will. 

With a nod of acceptance, Pixie slid one root towards him with a fiery paw. "They are very tough. You will have to chew them thoroughly - the more pulpy it gets, the more juice." She paused, grinning, "The juice is the good stuff, not the root itself." 

Having explained, the witch gave him a look of bottoms up! She took her own root into her jaws, struggling and straining to break it down. Her nose scrunched and her lips peeled back at the awful taste, suppressing a gag. 

As it became a little more chewable, the bitch's eyes clenched shut as she forced herself to grind the root into nothing with her own fangs - swallowing any juice her efforts produced and gulping the last stringy bit of pulp down her gullet. 

"Now, we wait," she mumbled, slightly preoccupied as she tried to free the last pieces of rootskin from betwixt her teeth. 

"Do you want a drink, before it truly begins?" Who knew if she would capable of fetching some soaked moss once the drugs kicked in. Her mouth had been left with a nasty taste from the root and she figured Nikan's palette wouldn't appreciate the flavor any more than her own. 

She half rose, awaiting his command.