The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Jassinth]

"...once things are more settled here, perhaps we could invite my parents to visit," Jass offers after a moment. "I am adopted, if you had not suspected, and I was never less than welcome or cared for."

[Shiori]

"That would be lovely, thank you, Jass."

[Jassinth]

"Can I ask a favor in return?" he asks after another moment, a lilt to his voice hinting that he's being playful. 

[Shiori]

"Of course. You may ask anything you wish." A pause. "I may or may not answer, however," she teases. 

[Jassinth]

Circling around so he can kneel next to Shiori, he looks her in the eyes with a grave, pleading expression. "Please don't ask my father about mushrooms. Or fungus. More importantly, do not let him cook."

[Shiori]

"um. Alright," Shiori agrees, a little surprised. 

[Jassinth]

"No cooking. None," Jass repeats fervently.

[Shiori]

"It would be rude to expect our guests to cook," agrees Shiori. 

[Jassinth]

"Yes, very rude. Also explosive," he adds in a faintly traumatized tone.

[Shiori]

Now Shoiri looks alarmed. "Explosive?!"

[Jassinth]

"Have you ever heard the term 'dust explosion?' Possibly in relation to flour mills or saw dust?"

[Shiori]

"...no?"

[Jassinth]

"I don't understand the underlying 'why' of it myself," Jass admits, "but the wizard that explained it afterwards said that when you have very small, very dry bits of something floating in the air like mist, instead of catching fire like oil, they explode like a fireball." Jass closes his eyes, sighing. "Milled flour, saw dust... slow dried mushroom spores."

[Shiori]

Shiori nods slowly. "I am sensing a theme."

[Jassinth]

"With the materials?"