gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Depends," Ronin calls from the kitchen, the snip-snap of his tongs not sounding nearly as threatening as he hopes it does, "how good are you at slaying dragons?" Popping his head around the doorway, it's with Sugar smugly nestled atop his head that he smiles towards Kai and Flora, nodding for them to come in. He's already started mixing the seasonings and spices in a bowl and preparing the vegetables, but has been understandably distracted by the 'help' of the two companions.
"I'm making jambalaya," he announces with a grin - in truth he's making what's probably the third jambalaya of the week for practice, but neither he nor Remi seem tired of it yet. "But if you want to help make coconut shrimp to start, by all means." He gestures to the rest of the supplies he's brought; freshly caught shrimp, peeled and left with only the tails, breadcrums and shredded coconut.
"Unless you're no good in the kitchen, in which case... please don't help."
"I'm making jambalaya," he announces with a grin - in truth he's making what's probably the third jambalaya of the week for practice, but neither he nor Remi seem tired of it yet. "But if you want to help make coconut shrimp to start, by all means." He gestures to the rest of the supplies he's brought; freshly caught shrimp, peeled and left with only the tails, breadcrums and shredded coconut.
"Unless you're no good in the kitchen, in which case... please don't help."
RONIN
