Suddenly, a not-so-tall elf with brown hair and a dress that's a little long for her (thanks a lot, seamstress!) walks in with a couple six-packs of Dr. Pepper (in cans so nobody can slip any suspicious-looking liquid in it!)
"I hope I am not too late. I have brought ElanorGamgee some unspiked Dr. Pepper so she can drink without fear."
Nevfeniel walks casually over to the refreshment table and sets the drinks down and starts to mingle.
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Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.
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