Soup of the day [Seasonal Event] [OPEN!]

"Hmm? You sure? She's not a kitchen knife," Ronin said with a grin. Still, he obliged and lifted his arm, where a vibrant red claw emerged from his sleeve to snap a hello at the alchemist. The odd little lobster didn't bother him at all, and it was pretty common to find her poking out of his collar or his sleeve. Stranger still was that she didn't really seem to care that he wasn't anywhere near water - perks of being magicked into existence, he supposed. But Remi had said brawn was involved, so with a flick of his wrist he directed Echo away again and grinned an unpleasant grin at the soup-- er, squash before him. "You better watch where you direct that smirk," he said playfully, laughing to his friend as he moved over to the wood stove. Ronin needed no further permission. His fist slammed down - how else did Remi expect him to solve their primary problem of the pumpkins being alive and bitey? - perhaps a littl too hard. But it was fine, right? Remi liked having flecks of pulp all over his back and walls and counter (and ceiling). Right? "Oh. Whoops." Ronin smiled apologetically. TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST