Second Chance: Elf Help

"Huh? Wha?" asked Ranma, dropping down to the street. "What do you mean, old man? We never visited Jusenkyo, did we?"

"Jusenkyo? No, we had enough troubles with that dimensional rift," complained Genma. "Don't you remember? That's where you were cursed with that engagement to that elf!"

"It wasn't Ernie was it?"

"Not a Kibbler Elf, boy!" roared Genma. "She doesn't make cookies."

"Who doesn't make cookies?" asked a woman's voice.

"THAT DAMN ELF," began Genma, who stopped immediately on recognizing the voice.

Ranma blinked and looked up at the streetlamp he'd been on just a few moments ago, and realized by the pointy ears - this was an elf. It was also a she. Not to mention she was: