And I hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
"Maybe you can paint the actual houseboat," she suggested mischievously. "Oceans on the floor, vines and trees on the walls, a sky in the ceiling - or maybe that's what we should do with the studio. Paint the world into the walls so that you can't tell it's indoors at all."
Giggling at the challenge, Seren wasn't sure she actually disagreed. Her own pancakes were a pale imitation of his, an attempt at recreating the flavors she had grown up with. "If you just want me to make you pancakes, I can," she teased. "But if we make it a challenge, we will need judges. Impartial ones, because Remi would vote for yours even if your pancakes came off the Pan black and able to roll down Apopo on their own."
Never mind the dust, or any overgrown gardens; what she really wanted to see had not so much to do with the boat and more to do with her father's eyes. Whether they would light up the way they had done just now, or darken with memory, or if the return to a home would spark longing to return more than the bitter recollections of why they had needed this refuge at all.
"I'm sure it's lovely," she murmured, reassuring as could be; if anything, it was a good chance to air it out and check the soundness. "What are winters like here?"
Giggling at the challenge, Seren wasn't sure she actually disagreed. Her own pancakes were a pale imitation of his, an attempt at recreating the flavors she had grown up with. "If you just want me to make you pancakes, I can," she teased. "But if we make it a challenge, we will need judges. Impartial ones, because Remi would vote for yours even if your pancakes came off the Pan black and able to roll down Apopo on their own."
Never mind the dust, or any overgrown gardens; what she really wanted to see had not so much to do with the boat and more to do with her father's eyes. Whether they would light up the way they had done just now, or darken with memory, or if the return to a home would spark longing to return more than the bitter recollections of why they had needed this refuge at all.
"I'm sure it's lovely," she murmured, reassuring as could be; if anything, it was a good chance to air it out and check the soundness. "What are winters like here?"
Seren
