there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Well that's depressing," Ronin says, wrinkling his nose at the imposter lemon cocktail and following suit with his husband to slouch back into his seat, stretching his arm around Remi and leaning in to press a very alcoholic kiss against his temple. "I guess if she asks, we can at least say that the one I tried was the winner, given that I could finish it." It says nothing about the cocktail's flavour, of course, but if this was for those youths that frequented the Hanged Man, Ronin honestly doubts that will matter very much.
Letting out a rough laugh and nodding his enthusiastic agreement, the Knight only pauses to thank their server as she brings out the chowder and the grilled cheese, Ronin snagging half of the latter so he can try to line his stomach with something, even if it's much too late for that. "I agree. The second we get another lily, or one of Vi's Roses, we ought to try for the next area," he says softly. "Until then, though, you should keep hold of that sword from Mort. Never know when you're going to need something like that, with all the fights we keep getting summoned into."
Letting out a rough laugh and nodding his enthusiastic agreement, the Knight only pauses to thank their server as she brings out the chowder and the grilled cheese, Ronin snagging half of the latter so he can try to line his stomach with something, even if it's much too late for that. "I agree. The second we get another lily, or one of Vi's Roses, we ought to try for the next area," he says softly. "Until then, though, you should keep hold of that sword from Mort. Never know when you're going to need something like that, with all the fights we keep getting summoned into."
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