We let them stay in their arrangement so the women could see how long they had been ready, it pissed them off but proved a point.

[ People, ugh. Molly is a far nicer thing to focus on, twiddling their fingers together as Fjord uses his free hand to munch down on an ironically huge halfling burger, less self-conscious of shredding things with his tusks after a selfie the other day where he showed Molly how very possible it was to get pancake stuck on one.

He hums at the sight of the brand that was promoted, pleased Molly has found some bigger funding. ]

It's such an odd blend, a merfolk and a tiefling. Mer-ling? Tief-man? Hah! No, that's shit, sorry. I bet the twist works like an advertising charm.