I don't care how many cakes you crappily bake me, YOU BROKE SKYRIM. DEAD TO ME.
I don't care how many cakes you crappily bake me, YOU BROKE SKYRIM. DEAD TO ME.
Just make sure not to take an arrow to the knee while you're carrying these to the table.
So if I shoot him in the knee, do I get to take it home and boil it in pea soup?