Boss Mag, Please Marry Me

"I can even have a complete set of dentures with ivory?" Vanessa looked at the elephant tusk in Irina's hand, shocked.

"Of course. Why else do you think we have elves that are over 700 years old with a perfect set of teeth? Their teeth started falling off when they're around 600 years old, so they basically all got ivory dentures at 700 years old." Irina nodded with a smile, and said, "Besides, you'll be just like a hound when you've gotten your set of ivory dentures."

"What has this got to do with hounds?" Vanessa asked curiously.

"Your teeth would be as clean as a hound's tooth," Irina said with a smile.

Vanessa was stunned, while Mag and the rest could not help but crack up.

"Even though it sounds very impressive, I think I would still want to keep my teeth. Big Sister Irina, can I trouble you to use the elephant tusk to do the ivory filling for me, please?" Vanessa looked at Irina sincerely.