The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Small? Her eyes flick to the door where Emmaline just left. "I see. I had not realized you were so taken with gnomish treats, or I would have shared recipes sooner."

[NPCs]

Tenchka's smile grows more wicked yet. "Oh, I doubt you've any that I've not already enjoyed."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Now that she pauses at, stiffening. "I truly doubt that, no offense intended."

[NPCs]

"You're free to think as you please," is the bland, self-satisfied response. "But really, Missus Coquette, do you really think an experienced, skilled chef like myself can't make such an easy dish?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Now there's a bit of anger flashing in her eyes. "There are some dishes best left alone, to the culture that created them."

[NPCs]

"Hey, a girl's gotta eat," Tenachka protests. "And some dishes practically beg to be eaten."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Not my dishes. They're for a more discerning palette."

[NPCs]

"Now, now, it's not for a chef to decide for a dish whether another chef can cook it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is when I own the recipe."

[NPCs]

"Is that a fact?" Tenachka exclaims with wide-eyed shock. "My Chains, I had no idea you were a... recipe-owning sort of chef, Missus Coquette."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette's own eyes narrow. "This pretense bores me. You know well what I mean, and you may consider this a warning. Leave those that are mine alone."

[NPCs]

Tenchaka merely smiles faintly at the order. "I obey none but my mistress, little chef. Now, do you have any more questions?"

[Paerle Emerison]

Soon after, Coquette is striding, no, stalking her way across the corridors towards her apartment when she comes very close to walking into another female. Thankfully, despite them both moving at a pace a beat or three faster than polite, they're dexterous and aware enough to dodge aside in time. Still, it brings them both to a stop, allowing Coquette to recognize her sister-electi. 

And to see Paerle's condition; mussed hair, torn, untidy clothing, a swollen lip and a smear of blood across her lower jawline. Strangely, despite all this, she's also sporting a broad, satisfied grin. Surprisingly again, it's not the sated, sultry grin Coquette has begun to anticipate being worn by any drow female in such a condition, but instead the sort one might wear after winning a fight or facing down a challenge reason would suggest too risky to tackle. 

"Coquette?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She raises an eyebrow, then glances in the direction of home. Claudia has her library day today, she won't be home. "You look..." she begins, then shrugs. "Come on, come with me, I'll get you cleaned up and perhaps a drink."

[Paerle Emerison]

"Cleaned-- oh!" Paerle let's out a delighted laugh, then winces as her hand comes up to touch her lip. "Oh dear, I didn't even stop to--" she laughs again, shaking her head at herself as she does so. "Better idea: I have a bottle of Shandish ice wine and some chocolates imported from Sweatwaiter I've been saving. You should come celebrate with me!" 

She probably means Sweetwater. 

Hopefully.

Gods, what if she doesn't?