No, Sandra has to bail.

“Damn.” You mutter as your phone warns of a new arriving message five minutes before Sandra is suppose to arrive. Guessing that this isn't good, you check your cell with trepidation.

“Hey Stephen, I'm so sorry I have to bail on our gaming session. I have to go help with childcare for the potluck at shul. Mrs. Goldstein got sick and Rabbi Fruchtman is ****. I know you want to get the party back together ASAP, so Rae confesses to being a thief and take her punishment. Send me an email describing what happens to me. You can stop by before Chabad starts and say hi, if you want. There will be babka, holishkes and I made börek! Hugs, Sandra.”

“And she is good with kids and knows how to cook.” You shake your head now even more attracted to Ms. Morelli. The “email” reference also catches your attention. She didn't ask for a mere text, but the curvy cleric implies she wants a detailed description. Though, you do feel a bit strange reading a message about childcare at a synagogue potluck alongside role-playing a dungeon punishment scene.

“Those do look tasty.” You comment at loud after looking up what the savory pastry börek is. “Should I stop by?” You weigh your options and the implications of the buxom brunette's offer. Your mind ranges from it simply being a kind offer for some cool sounding food from the always laid back and friendly Sandra, to Admiral Ackbar shouting “It's a trap!” As visions of being cornered by a fundamentalist rabbi, and maybe even Sandra's parents, creep into your mind.