RONIN
the white knight
"Mm, and you believe that?" Ronin says a touch skeptically, wiping his fingers on a napkin and raising a brow. "Our daughter is a lot of things, but I've never known her to burn things down when she's done with them." He wrinkles his nose; perhaps it's another thing they can speak to her about when he goes to offer his services, a gift basket, and potentially his face for slapping and having the audacity.
He senses the mischief fade even before Remi speaks; immediately contrite, Ronin reaches out to rest his hand over the Bastion's offering an apologetic smile. "He did come to our anniversary party, and he seemed happy," he says softly. "I was hoping he might have reached out, but..." Sighing heavily, he glances down at the table. "I suppose that's the price we pay for having him feel like he has to do everything by himself. He just... does."
They're interrupted, for better or worse, by the arrival of their cocktails. Ronin has ordered Remi something called a White Rabbit on the menu, a blend of amaretto, cream, vanila and lemon zest, garnished with edible flowers. Ronin, on the other hand, has in his possession what was called a Sea Breeze Punch. He can see cranberry juice and he can smell vodka, and the ice cubes all have little cranberries frozen into them.
He senses the mischief fade even before Remi speaks; immediately contrite, Ronin reaches out to rest his hand over the Bastion's offering an apologetic smile. "He did come to our anniversary party, and he seemed happy," he says softly. "I was hoping he might have reached out, but..." Sighing heavily, he glances down at the table. "I suppose that's the price we pay for having him feel like he has to do everything by himself. He just... does."
They're interrupted, for better or worse, by the arrival of their cocktails. Ronin has ordered Remi something called a White Rabbit on the menu, a blend of amaretto, cream, vanila and lemon zest, garnished with edible flowers. Ronin, on the other hand, has in his possession what was called a Sea Breeze Punch. He can see cranberry juice and he can smell vodka, and the ice cubes all have little cranberries frozen into them.
