the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I did not know there was an option to not have that," Amhran says, quite affronted at the idea. The raeling clearly has ideas about his ice cream - again, Halovian - and expects them to deliver, especially and particularly when in cake form.
As for Erebos and his small whatever cake he would be having, Amhran nods sagely to the infant and his garbled responses, as if perfectly understanding them. "I believe he says he would prefer a large one," he tells Deimos seriously, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Does this mean we will be eating cake for all of Deepfrost?" he wonders, sitting back towards his painting and collecting up some darker colours for details now that the parchment appears to be dry enough. "Because I do not mind that."
As for Erebos and his small whatever cake he would be having, Amhran nods sagely to the infant and his garbled responses, as if perfectly understanding them. "I believe he says he would prefer a large one," he tells Deimos seriously, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Does this mean we will be eating cake for all of Deepfrost?" he wonders, sitting back towards his painting and collecting up some darker colours for details now that the parchment appears to be dry enough. "Because I do not mind that."
