RONIN
the white knight
Remi already knows as much, but Ronin is often delighted at the tourist trap bars and their watermelon flowers, and so as he's offered the chance to surprise his husband, he naturally seizes on the opportunity. "Coconut and tiny sword, check," he murmurs under his breath, lips curling in a smirk as he skims the menu. They don't have Remi's precise requirements, alas, but there are a couple of cocktails that are obnoxious enough to peak their interest, he thinks.
Rising to his feet after letting his foot nudge affectionately against the Bastion's under the table, he leaves briefly to place their orders and, on his return, brings with him a basket of coconut fried shrimp, bouncing his eyebrows at the other man as he sits himself back down. "I couldn't resist," he informs him, "but if I can't tempt you to share, I entirely understand."
And doesn't mind at all, for the record.
"You think she'll want another bar after this?" he asks of Flora. "Also, I am going to start keeping a tally of the number of conversations we have about our daughter, you know."
Rising to his feet after letting his foot nudge affectionately against the Bastion's under the table, he leaves briefly to place their orders and, on his return, brings with him a basket of coconut fried shrimp, bouncing his eyebrows at the other man as he sits himself back down. "I couldn't resist," he informs him, "but if I can't tempt you to share, I entirely understand."
And doesn't mind at all, for the record.
"You think she'll want another bar after this?" he asks of Flora. "Also, I am going to start keeping a tally of the number of conversations we have about our daughter, you know."
