little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Unfortunately, my days of high fashion are over unless it's for coats, scarves or gloves," Ronin says with a grin, passing her drink to her and leading them out of the shop so she can show him the other shops that they might take advantage of as they meander along the streets. "Soldiers - or Dragoons in this case - don't really have a cause to wear much more than armour or training gear." He sighs like it's some huge disappointment - and when he wants to indulge his former-baron, it really is. He almost moves to follow suit and take a sip of his drink, because obviously the Star isn't very patient either, but her ow stops him with the cup halfway to his lips. At least one of them can learn from the other's mistake, this way. "Huh? Oh. Oh, I see." A sudden grin flashes across his face and he nods his gratitude. "Are you sure I'd not get in your way? I'd appreciate it if you mean it, and I guess that means I have a lot more that I'll be buying today if so."