RONIN
"I used to be a decent cook, though I was never much of a baker. How things change when you're cast into a different world." Ronin smirked to Amalia, standing on the other side of the counter like an eager student, ready to learn. "Cakes," he decided easily. "And I don't particularly mind the flavour, but shall we go for something sweet? That's sort of how I differentiate between cake and bread." Grinning, he rubbed at the back of his head, reminded suddenly of a different baker, a different bakery, another life.
Ruffling a hand forward through his hair as if to dislodge the memory, he was momentarily stunned to silence at the barrage of questions, recovering quickly as he was able. "Uhhhh... yeah, we have a decent oven in the guildhall. I should be able to bake there - but it might be nice to drop by sometimes and make something with you, as long as you don't mind." Company, Ronin was learning, was necessary to his sanity.
Ruffling a hand forward through his hair as if to dislodge the memory, he was momentarily stunned to silence at the barrage of questions, recovering quickly as he was able. "Uhhhh... yeah, we have a decent oven in the guildhall. I should be able to bake there - but it might be nice to drop by sometimes and make something with you, as long as you don't mind." Company, Ronin was learning, was necessary to his sanity.
