User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150227055549


 * Parlys's spell strikes the Cheshire Cat squarely in the chest. In an instant, a portrait stands where the feline just was—until the grinning grimalkin himself floats out from behind it, turns the frame around, and inspects the canvas.*

Cheshire: Not bad, not bad at all...

But I blinked.