RONIN
Ronin positively lit up at the idea of honey cakes, grinning broadly to Amalia and nodding. "I once helped to make some back in Northaven. Well, not make exactly, but I helped to get the honey from the bees." It had involved running full pelt down a riverbank away from an angry swarm, and he had been hungover to shit, but it had still been a laugh. "They were the best honey cakes I'd ever had up until that point - pretty sure that was because I'd nearly gotten stung to get them, though."
He was keen to make them himself, evidently, and sure - positive, even - that Amalia's would be even better than what he had tried before. A crooked grin spread across his face at the mention of his better half, and Ronin made a mental note to bring both Remi and Aoife along in future. His daughter, especially, would enjoy making a mess cakes. "You've got yourself a deal. Just tell me where you want me." Rolling up his sleeves and slipping on the apron, Ronin stood at attention, the perfect soldier... of cake.
He was keen to make them himself, evidently, and sure - positive, even - that Amalia's would be even better than what he had tried before. A crooked grin spread across his face at the mention of his better half, and Ronin made a mental note to bring both Remi and Aoife along in future. His daughter, especially, would enjoy making a mess cakes. "You've got yourself a deal. Just tell me where you want me." Rolling up his sleeves and slipping on the apron, Ronin stood at attention, the perfect soldier... of cake.
