gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Remi cannot be trusted on shrimp duty," Ronin adds, grinning over his shoulder as he starts to fry off some rounds of chorizo in a deep pot, the sizzling filling the air and carrying with it a smoky aroma that has Sugar coiling lower around his face. "Oi," he complains to his companion, laughing and offering her a slice of it for good measure, just to avoid wearing her more like a beard than a hat.
"I am the cook," he confirms, just in case it wasn't obvious, though his smile is already growing softer as he gazes over his shoulder to where Remi is gathering the plates and getting ready to set the table. "I didn't cook with my parents much, alas - or do much with them, actually. But my brother and I made the most of things in our free time."
He shrugs a bit and turns back to his cooking when Flora pops up again, her lecture seemingly delivered without any rebuttals. "Nothing is on fire yet, so I would assume quite well. Give it time, though." He winks.
"I am the cook," he confirms, just in case it wasn't obvious, though his smile is already growing softer as he gazes over his shoulder to where Remi is gathering the plates and getting ready to set the table. "I didn't cook with my parents much, alas - or do much with them, actually. But my brother and I made the most of things in our free time."
He shrugs a bit and turns back to his cooking when Flora pops up again, her lecture seemingly delivered without any rebuttals. "Nothing is on fire yet, so I would assume quite well. Give it time, though." He winks.
RONIN
