[SE] And my head feels like la la la la, la la la la la

I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed

The response regarding the cannons does not inspire a lot of faith that she cleaned them the last time, meaning if he had to clean the Firecracker, he'd like be having to put in some real elbow grease. "Uh huh," teases with a sideways glance over the mug. Unfortunately, while he wouldn't call this his most favorite cocoa ever, it is more than drinkable, it's passable, it's good. He sighs heavily at that admittance, tilting his mug towards her a bit in an air toast as he nods to his defeat. "Welp," he drawls, steam moving around the voice as he sips slowly between, making sure one more time. "Guess I'll have to clean them for you then." Which would not become a habit if it could help it, either by avoiding any deals with her whatsoever or just betting better.

Despite the resignation of his defeat, he's wearing a faint smile, watching her over the brim of his beverage. She's splendidly framed by the view she brought them to admire, but there's no denying she's carrying a lot of the weight of that, and he's not so certain he'd find much beauty worth being here if she's not in it. "Well that's true," he admits, gaze still set on her as he says it before he slowly slides it out to the sea. "So is this your favorite view or you got a different place in Torchline you prefer? Or elsewhere?" With her skyship, she's got many options for sights.

Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did

Iskra