“Scorchember, c’mon--”
“PANDORUS. YOU ARE NOT TAKING HIM TO PANDORA. HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN HOW LITTLE HE IS?” Glaring red hot daggers.
“.... But it’s beautiful.... I could always bring something here from Pandora.... A plant or something...” Puppy dog eyes. And even a pouty face.
Scorch glared and glared until... “Ugh, FINE. Just a plant. I swear to Primus you bring a thanator or a viperwolf and I will make an EMP look like a birthday present.”









