FLORidA is one hell of a drug

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Humming something non-committal - which is the dad version of not good enough, even if Koa had been kidnapped potentially by The Family - Ronin settles in his seat on the rowboat, even as his duplicate has slowly stopped in its rowing to let them drift across the still waters of the Maw. "He was your first. It will," he says softly. "But not forever - you'll grow bigger than it, in time. I know that doesn't help right now, though - I wish it did." His nose scrunches at the mere mention of Jack, and whilst there's no camera around, Ronin definitely still stares into it for a moment a la Jim Halpert. Clearing his throat - because Vi will certainly notice if two people land on the sun in a day - he instead focuses on the crux of what Flora says, and he offers her a sad smile. "But you are running it," he reminds her. "And doing an incredible job. With that said, though, maybe you deserve a vacation for a week or two? Go and see other regions, remember how big the world is, how many people out there that aren't some dragoon who doesn't deserve the time of day from you." Snorting, he glances back towards where he thinks Torchline is. "You could even drop by and see Mateo. I saw La Verbena at the docks a lot last season, and he wasn't on board. So if nothing else you know he'll know where to show you a good time."