[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

"That doesn't mean I couldn't have been imagining it all this time," Ronin protests with a sigh, though of course he knows Remi is correct. Left with an unattended buffet, things are guaranteed to go poorly with the Taliesins around. It explains why he's almost halfway through his bowl of soup by the time his husband speaks again, the Knight unable to do much more than look quietly smug while his mouth is full of bread. Still, he has to put his brilliant strategist plans on hold as Maea approaches, Ronin setting his bowl down to turn towards the pale Ancient. And with the gift given and the Knight feeling humbly appreciative (see [SE] Ice on my teeth), his blue eyes flick towards Lyra as she approaches, and then Noe. "It's good to see you as well," he chimes, leaning casually into Remi's warmth and smiling between them. "Ronin," he greets to the other woman, his grin turning sheepish. "I promise to make sure everyone has enough to eat first. If there are leftovers, though..." He shrugs. Waste not want not, right? RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.