Bonded to Saker Mandell

Thelize stared at the metal contraption in Alaren's hand, one eyebrow raised, not even bothering to feign interest in this "foon".

"What do I think? For the love of the Light, Alaren..." here she trailed off, unsure of what to say; either that or trying to be polite. We know this is a difficult thing for Thelize to do at times, do we not? "A foon? And all this time I thought you had a decent head on your shoulders." Okay, maybe that was stretching the truth. What she meant to say was, Alaren had a good enough head on her shoulders not to make new utensils out of sheer boredom.

"A foon," she repeated. "You cannot be serious. What is the purpose? You either have a fork, or a spoon, or both. What is the point of some half-breed kitchen misfit? HMMM?" With a sigh she crossed her arms and slumped in her chair, muttering, "This is so ridiculous."

Hearing a noise at the door, Thelize grasped at the Source, though why she could not say. She had a feeling about it, and warningly said, "Alaren...."