[ Adra has a few pet snakes back in Azeroth, but he's already at a point where he doesn't trust anything coming out of Caren's shawl. He scoots back on the bed til he's resting against the headboard, and then makes a 'happy now?' sort of face. ]
I don't need to be fed, Caren.
[ He takes another look at the menu, scanning for something vegetarian -- it's hard to tell, with soups. Hmm. ]
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I don't need to be fed, Caren.
[ He takes another look at the menu, scanning for something vegetarian -- it's hard to tell, with soups. Hmm. ]
Tomato soup, then. Nice and hearty, right?