// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
The assuredness of Mateo's response delivers a more genuine tilt to his smile. "Can't say I've any more practice than you, so it seems we've an abysmal lack of stories between us," he laments playfully, declining the offer to dig into old relationships with the simple truth that he hasn't been stood up either. Might not be for quite the same reasons as Mateo, but the point remains.
Fortunately, Remi sweeps up Mateo's attention thereafter, once he greets them both and Kaisel responds in kind at least. With the kitchen still roaring in occasional noise, it's no surprise why when Ronin's head appears, the traditional white chef hat replaced with a rather contented looking dragon. It's an absurdly Hallmark moment that sparks a chuckle, some of his worry waning as the color of her family ebbs into all the spaces of her home. "I'll never deny the offer of your company," he murmurs in response to Flora as she kindly tilts towards him like a lifeline just as willing to hold onto him as he it. "Least of all tonight," he mumbles as he turns into her, pressing a brief kiss at her temple, mindful not to disturb the careful pinning of any curls. He leans into the press of her with gratitude for a moment before steering them both towards Ronin's takeover of the kitchen.
"Can't say I've bested Spice yet," Kaisel admits with a humored sigh of defeat as he rounds to the counter, uncurling himself from Flora for the time being, a warm glance slipped her way in so doing. "But, I can definitely get the jump on some shrimp," he assures, focus drifting to the array of food Ronin has laid out. Heading to the sink to wash his hands in preparation, he sneakily works out a piece of paper and pen from a pocket.
With all the stealth of a teenager trying to text on their phone during class, he jots down a note on his parchment with Flora, rousing a laugh in response to Ronin's warning. "I'll let Flora pass judgement on that, but I wouldn't dream of getting in your way here chef." He slips the note and pen back in his pants, washing in the sink and flicking the water away before stealing a hand towel for his shoulder and setting about to organizing some bowls. One for flour, a few eggs cracked into the other, and breadcrumbs and coconut combining in the third.
Fortunately, Remi sweeps up Mateo's attention thereafter, once he greets them both and Kaisel responds in kind at least. With the kitchen still roaring in occasional noise, it's no surprise why when Ronin's head appears, the traditional white chef hat replaced with a rather contented looking dragon. It's an absurdly Hallmark moment that sparks a chuckle, some of his worry waning as the color of her family ebbs into all the spaces of her home. "I'll never deny the offer of your company," he murmurs in response to Flora as she kindly tilts towards him like a lifeline just as willing to hold onto him as he it. "Least of all tonight," he mumbles as he turns into her, pressing a brief kiss at her temple, mindful not to disturb the careful pinning of any curls. He leans into the press of her with gratitude for a moment before steering them both towards Ronin's takeover of the kitchen.
"Can't say I've bested Spice yet," Kaisel admits with a humored sigh of defeat as he rounds to the counter, uncurling himself from Flora for the time being, a warm glance slipped her way in so doing. "But, I can definitely get the jump on some shrimp," he assures, focus drifting to the array of food Ronin has laid out. Heading to the sink to wash his hands in preparation, he sneakily works out a piece of paper and pen from a pocket.
With all the stealth of a teenager trying to text on their phone during class, he jots down a note on his parchment with Flora, rousing a laugh in response to Ronin's warning. "I'll let Flora pass judgement on that, but I wouldn't dream of getting in your way here chef." He slips the note and pen back in his pants, washing in the sink and flicking the water away before stealing a hand towel for his shoulder and setting about to organizing some bowls. One for flour, a few eggs cracked into the other, and breadcrumbs and coconut combining in the third.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
