[She's still a little hesitant, but tentatively reaches for a cookie, her own elf urging her on. Nnggh...something about this just seems so very, very much like a trap. She's expecting it to taste foul, or be poisoned, or have some kind of horrific side-effect or just--]
You first. [She jams the cookie in her elf's face, leering at it from her towering height.] ...Then I'll try one.
[She elf stumbles a little from surprise, then blinks and snatches the cookie from its charge, muttering quietly - something about "trust issues" - and begins to nibble happily on that cookie, thanking Pilouette sweetly.]
23rd
You first. [She jams the cookie in her elf's face, leering at it from her towering height.] ...Then I'll try one.
[She elf stumbles a little from surprise, then blinks and snatches the cookie from its charge, muttering quietly - something about "trust issues" - and begins to nibble happily on that cookie, thanking Pilouette sweetly.]