Lucy's magnificent rod (Lucy)

[Anastasia]

"Of course," Ebony says after a barely notable pause. "There are many, she can direct us to one."

Do you have any ranks in a relevant skill?

[Corwin]

Craft/Cakes +35 (30, Int+)

[Anastasia]

Cool, make a check there.

[Corwin]

Taking 10, using the int aura for 15 more. Total of 60.

[Anastasia]

You make a cake. A beautiful, wonderful cake. A cake worthy of kings - no, of deities themselves. It surely approaches the platonic ideal of cake. In other words, it looks amazing by the time you're done.

[Corwin]

"Here, Miss Ebony, please try a slice," Lucy offers, fretting over the arrangements. Her hair is bound into a braid and rolled up over her head, where it occasionally struggles against the baker's hat Lucy had appropriated. "You too, Miss Elena," she continues. "Shall I pour you a cup of tea as well?"

[Anastasia]

Ebony takes a slice and tries it. "This is fantastic," she says right away, savoring a second bite much slower. "This is only a hobby for you?"

"No thanks, ghostly," Elena pops in, smiles and vanishes, "Thanks, it's nice of you, though!"

[Corwin]

"It just feels right," Lucy responds as she serves herself a slice as well. Savouring the first bite, she muses, "I must have spent a lot of time on this in the past I don't remember."

[Anastasia]

Ebony murmurs agreement and the two of you eat. After a little more of this, "Ah, were you aware that I made a pass at you?" she asks. "With a purpose rather than salacious ends in mind."

[Corwin]

"I think I can be a bit obtuse about such things, Miss Ebony," Lucy admits.

[Anastasia]

A pause for more cake, Ebony's hood down as she smiles. "To be clear, I'm not interested in you, but I wished to express a point. Your race has a reputation, you understand, and Aurora is more straight-laced than that. Discretion is preferred. Not that you need to hide a genuine relationship, but flaunting such matters around what is beyond and proper can be a problem."

[Corwin]

"Ah." Lucy makes a face, before leaning over to Ebony. "Would you mind if I were equally direct, Miss Ebony? That drive my race seems to have? I don't happen to share it, I'm afraid."

[Anastasia]

"Then you'll have no problems," Ebony says, "I gathered it may be the case."

[Corwin]

"You have no idea how hard it is to be judged for your race's reputation," Lucy complains. "Especially with how deserved it is."

[Anastasia]

A faint laugh comes from Ebony, hidden by her hand over her mouth. "Canderella is the most exceptional succubus I've ever met, a dear friend and no longer held by evil's grasp. Yet....she is still a tart and a trollop. I congratulate you on liberating yourself from that and surpassing her."