*runs after FMG for everyone's life and wins, thus almost killing FMG, then realizing said didn't have to kill her. Leaves country-sode puzzled with a leg of lamb on a platter of cheese*
The legs are fine (they've got bones afterall), the arms look GREAT (ones farther back see? It SHOULD be smaller) and I LURVE your shoes. Overall: FANTASTIC job!
You know, I used to be a ballerina. Yeah *sigh* Then I quite. Bye!
Well, I'm glad you got your cheese.