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Lifts-Her-Tail
My goodness, that's quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?
Crantius Colto
This loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise.
Lifts-Her-Tail
If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?
Crantius Colto
Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid, you must use your hands.
Lifts-Her-Tail
You wish me to knead the loaf? Here?
Crantius Colto
Of course.
Lifts-Her-Tail
But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite.
Crantius Colto
Don't fret, my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress's cravings later.
Lifts-Her-Tail
Very well, but I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours!
Crantius Colto
Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
END OF ACT VII, SCENE II