Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn

Koa

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Well, at least he's not the only one being put to work. Koa casts Zavien a befuddled glance as his friend is deposited at the next station down, a rather impressive mountain of potatoes teetering before the Risen Sun. He purses his lips, eyebrows eyebrows and shoulders rising and falling bemusedly, then laughs. "Guess we gotta earn our keep," Koa winks, flourishing his spatula in salute before turning his attention to the task before him.

Zavien's comment has Koa interested. "Oh yeah? Like where?" he hums over five patties he's just set upon the stovetop, trying to balance his spatula on his fingertip as he waits for them to cook. As for following his kin? Koa shrugs. Top of the younger Dragoon's list of Nos is probably Hollowed Grounds, which unfortunately clashes directly with his family's plans - the older generations, at least.

"Probably not - Noe's probably gonna bounce around exploring for a while, and our dad's going to the Grounds, and Kai..." He trails off with a grimace, catching the spatula before it can clatter to the floor. "Last time we talked in person he told me he wanted to marry Flora, so that's, y'know. Kinda awk."

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat