there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Unable not to scoff at the Bastion's reaction - despite more or less sharing his opinion, if not with slightly less dramatics - Ronin holds up his hands as if to remind the other man that it had only been a remark and nothing more. "I haven't heard anything of the sort," he says. "I don't think we have to worry about her marrying her maybe-rebound just yet." Though if she did decided to do just that, the Knight would be interested to see Remi's plans to stop it (let alone the likelihood of their success).
It really does. Like that house with the chicken feet, he agrees, though the appendages hauling the mud cottage along seem more hooved, if Ronin was forced to take a guess. Either way, a chunk of the house splats away, sizzling even as it starts to reform, and Ronin groans. "It's gonna be one of those," he complains, launching another barrage of light and heat and fury at it.
"Jambalaya," he says easily enough, grinning up at Remi. "With ramphire and chorizo. And I want to make coconut shrimp, like we had the other day." That, yes, he's been thinking about ever since.
It really does. Like that house with the chicken feet, he agrees, though the appendages hauling the mud cottage along seem more hooved, if Ronin was forced to take a guess. Either way, a chunk of the house splats away, sizzling even as it starts to reform, and Ronin groans. "It's gonna be one of those," he complains, launching another barrage of light and heat and fury at it.
"Jambalaya," he says easily enough, grinning up at Remi. "With ramphire and chorizo. And I want to make coconut shrimp, like we had the other day." That, yes, he's been thinking about ever since.
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