// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
His lips turn to one side in a withheld laugh as she slips into his grip and stands. "I can't even imagine forgetting the sequined caftan." Which, is partly true, since it was one of the many attire options he'd been offered the first night here. "But, we gotchu. We'll get whatever it is, even if it's a hairpin," he reassures with a genuine smile, because he means it. He's already braced himself that it will be inevitable that she forgets something, he doesn't think it's possible not to with her dragon's hoard here.
He's pulled to the kitchen by her audible thoughts, a checklist of items that has him grinning as he leans against the counter and grabs one of the blueberry muffins laid out. He picks bits off it with a finger and thumb, either because he's not actually that hungry, or because it's the most fun way to eat it, hard to say. "I completely agree on the ice cream Spice," he regards the dragon with a look before popping another blueberry ball in his mouth. "But, agreed with Soh on leaving it for last. I think the tiny umbrellas have to stay though. Isn't the boat's kitchen like, half this size?" He arches an eyebrow, not certain Flora has completely come to terms with the idea of downsizing when the shadow of moving has taken up all her thoughts.
He pauses his chewing as she freezes and turns to them. "Wait, this is you being ridiculous?" He glances towards Soh, mocking shock, before his attention slips back on Flora with a broad grin. "Coulda fooled me, this feels pretty normal." He chuckles and flicks a crumb her way before moving to join the fray. Soh's working on essentials he agrees with, but he reaches for some of the pots, pans, and cutting tools she'd need for cooking. "You'll have to make do with less, wash the same thing more often." he holds up two different pots for her, an option for which one she'd prefer, because he won't allow both.
Kaisel says tiny umbrellas are not essential but cooking items are
He's pulled to the kitchen by her audible thoughts, a checklist of items that has him grinning as he leans against the counter and grabs one of the blueberry muffins laid out. He picks bits off it with a finger and thumb, either because he's not actually that hungry, or because it's the most fun way to eat it, hard to say. "I completely agree on the ice cream Spice," he regards the dragon with a look before popping another blueberry ball in his mouth. "But, agreed with Soh on leaving it for last. I think the tiny umbrellas have to stay though. Isn't the boat's kitchen like, half this size?" He arches an eyebrow, not certain Flora has completely come to terms with the idea of downsizing when the shadow of moving has taken up all her thoughts.
He pauses his chewing as she freezes and turns to them. "Wait, this is you being ridiculous?" He glances towards Soh, mocking shock, before his attention slips back on Flora with a broad grin. "Coulda fooled me, this feels pretty normal." He chuckles and flicks a crumb her way before moving to join the fray. Soh's working on essentials he agrees with, but he reaches for some of the pots, pans, and cutting tools she'd need for cooking. "You'll have to make do with less, wash the same thing more often." he holds up two different pots for her, an option for which one she'd prefer, because he won't allow both.
Kaisel says tiny umbrellas are not essential but cooking items are
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
