"And you're certain you can't?" She asked with a loftiness, and held her hammer out to the side.

"Memories of perfecting my first recipe. The joy of seeing someone I love take that first bite and realize they're home. A first kiss. These power me now, turn my warrior's rage into the fire of this woman's passion!" She turned back and the owl opened its wings to make itself look bigger, but seemed not entirely keen on getting closer.

She was lost in a peal of laughter. "Awww... What's wrong? You didn't like my passionate approach?"