“Speaking of cows, Clarabelle, I think this gross, runny cream smells a little over the hill. Let me know, as a cow, what you think.” (Patreon)

 Lorraine smacked the guard in the face with a pastry just as rotten as the one Vittoria had given Chorinna, but, for some reason, it was of much runnier consistency. Its drippiness did Clarabelle no favors, as it smelled even worse