Tsani stumbled and fell as she finally broke free of the undergrowth surrounding the clearing. The young khajiit sighed and sat up, dusting her fur off. As she raised her head, a very strange scene met her eyes.
A dark haired bosmer sat at a table set for high tea, with an odd looking fork loaded with cake poised in front of her mouth. She lowered the fork, carefully got up from the table with her plate of cake and walked over to Tsani, peering at her intently. After a few minutes the wood elf suddenly frowned and upturned her plate on the unfortunate khajiit.
"What in Nirn was that for?!" Tsani yelped, wringing her paws.
"You seem somewhat familiar." the bosmer murmured finally. "Have I dumped cake on you before?"