"I would, but the weather's just so nice." Theo sighed again. "Ah, well. I can hope they've opened another portal for me to flee through by the time I get chased out of town with torches and pitchforks."
That's ... a bit more honest than he intended to be, actually. He covered it by leaning back against the counter, juggling a few onions as he smiled at Saiden's reply. It was good to hear that Saiden thinks he's an Outlander -- he wasn't even really trying to create that impression, not this time, but it was one he liked to cultivate. "I'm not too worried about what the gods think, as long as they're not smiting me personally. Better to stick to mortal affairs than get tangled up in their games -- they always weight the dice."
Snorting, Theo turned back to peeling -- he suspected Saiden would be quick to tell him off if he slacked off too much. "That's not why they call it the easy way, Saiden."
Though Theo was certainly no stranger to trouble.
can't say good morning without lying twice
