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Volume 2
Act VII, Scene II, Continued
§oLifts-Her-Tail:
§rMy goodness, that's quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?
Page 2 of 6 §r§oCrantius Colto:
§rThis loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise.
§oLifts-Her-Tail:
§rIf only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?
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Page 3 of 6 §oCrantius Colto:
§o§rOh, my foolish Argonian maid, you must use your hands.
§oLifts-Her-Tail:
§rYou wish me to knead the loaf? Here?
§oCrantius Colto:
§rOf course.
Page 4 of 6 §oLifts-Her-Tail:
§rBut what if the mistress catches me? Your load was meant to satisfy her appetite.
§oCrantius Colto:
§rDon't fret, my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress's cravings later.
Page 5 of 6 §oLifts-Her-Tail:
§rVery well, but I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours!
§oCrantius Colto:
§rPlenty of time, my sweet.
Plenty of time.
