Everything I dish, three star, Michelin
Maybe this is how Sunjata felt, asking about staying when the answer had always been obvious. Relief trickles in small at first, until it's an overwhelming thing that threatens to sweep him away from the table on a current of euphoria. He'd expected a few tense glances, maybe some tight jaws, a terse word or two brandished like a nicety, and any number of other t-worded terrible things. Instead, he's accepted, and every back up argument he had prepared disassembles into a broad smile.
They each have a variation of wisdom and understanding to offer, and as it all circles around the idea that they never held any power at all over this, Kaisel's smile softens along with his gaze. A finger traces idly against the table, as if drawing out the shape of his affection for their daughter properly. "Your blessing doesn't supersede her thoughts," Kaisel agrees with a slow nod, the movement knowing as it carries his expression, the image of her bright and fierce nature set behind his eyes in vivid recall. "It's important though, to have it, because family means a lot to her. To us. I'd not jeopardize one thing that matters to her for another, not when it could be avoided or repaired."
His fingers still, head lifting from the distant place of her face and deep thoughts. He grabs his glass, nearly empty now, and lifts it in answer to the toast that's carried out anew. "Thank you," he murmurs, fond and bashful faintly now. "I appreciate you all...now let's get back to eating before it gets too cold." He grins, and tosses out conversation that ought to be less problematic than some of the others tonight, focusing on talks of the region, of recipes and kitchen tools, and all the casual, effortless things of being a family that is currently right with itself.
Deep inside though, happiness buds surer than ever before, and when they all leave to return home and everything's cleaned up, he'll celebrate this win.
[FIN]
They each have a variation of wisdom and understanding to offer, and as it all circles around the idea that they never held any power at all over this, Kaisel's smile softens along with his gaze. A finger traces idly against the table, as if drawing out the shape of his affection for their daughter properly. "Your blessing doesn't supersede her thoughts," Kaisel agrees with a slow nod, the movement knowing as it carries his expression, the image of her bright and fierce nature set behind his eyes in vivid recall. "It's important though, to have it, because family means a lot to her. To us. I'd not jeopardize one thing that matters to her for another, not when it could be avoided or repaired."
His fingers still, head lifting from the distant place of her face and deep thoughts. He grabs his glass, nearly empty now, and lifts it in answer to the toast that's carried out anew. "Thank you," he murmurs, fond and bashful faintly now. "I appreciate you all...now let's get back to eating before it gets too cold." He grins, and tosses out conversation that ought to be less problematic than some of the others tonight, focusing on talks of the region, of recipes and kitchen tools, and all the casual, effortless things of being a family that is currently right with itself.
Deep inside though, happiness buds surer than ever before, and when they all leave to return home and everything's cleaned up, he'll celebrate this win.
[FIN]
Kaisel
Comin' in hot like a pot when it hiss
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
