Teryl's Tales of Whim~The party peered into the gently steaming cauldron.
"I thought this was going to be soup," said the human wizard, confusion streaking her brow.
"It's Thick soup," said the gnome fighter, still wearing her charred apron, hands proudly on her hips.
"So, porridge," insisted the wizard.
"Thick soup! A gnomish specialty!"
"It looks like porridge to me, so it's clearly porridge."
"And right now you're looking like an entire posterior to me."
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