Rose tossed another wadded up paper into the ogre stewpot below. It bounced off and hit the ‘chef’ on the male creature’s jiggling chest. She shifted back out of sight, then continued to try to write.
It has been a long time. I’ve been getting drunk in the Undercity, and may have gotten raped.
No good. Another wad of paper shot into the stew pot. The ogres would get lots of fiber today.