without a rustic spoon + aya

[aya]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya nodded; she only hoped Leroy's favour wouldn't have her betraying anyone. At his final question, the tortoiseshell laughed, standing up. "Well, it's more like who am I building?" A definitely ominous tone haunted her voice, flicking her tail as she watched the mutt. She was about ready to leave - there were things to plan, after all. "I expect the first piece in the next few days."