I'm losing patience with you. Every time you see me you beg for my feet..."Goddess Tari can I see them?"..."Goddess Tari what color do you have now?"..."Please. Please. Please Goddess." Here you nuisance! Stop your whining and groveling. Of course there is one condition. You didn't think you'd get to grace the presence of my immaculate soles and polished toes so easily, did you?