Lusty Argonian

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Act VII, Scene II, Continued§0 §0 §0Lifts-Her-Tail: My goodness, thats quite a loaf? But how ever shall it fit in my oven?§0 §0 §0Crantis Colto: This loaf isn't ready for baking my sweet. It has yet to rise.§0 §0

Lifts-Her-Tail: If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?§0 §0 §0Crantius Colto: Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid, use your hands.§0 §0 §0Lifts-Her-Tail: You wish me to kneed the loaf? Here?

Crantius Colto: Of course.§0 §0 §0Lifts-Her-Tail: But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite.

Crantius Colto: Don't fret my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress' cravings later.§0 §0 §0Lifts-Her-Tail: Very well, but I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours.§0

Crantius Colto: Plenty of time my sweet. Plenty of time.§0 §0 §0END OF ACT VII,§0 §0SCENE II

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