the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Perhaps I am! If that's the case, I'd prefer to stay that way." Ronin grinned, already meandering into the back room where he'd been countless times before, rummaging about with no particular sense of law or order and somehow managing to find a couple of glasses. Whatever else he had pulled out or accidentally rearranged in the process just... didn't need to be spoken about. Remi would find it later, probably.
"I do love to treat you." He chuckled, moving to lean against the workbench and uncork the wine so he could pour them both a drink. "How is artisaning going, anyway? Make many a thing? Invent any wonders today?"
"I do love to treat you." He chuckled, moving to lean against the workbench and uncork the wine so he could pour them both a drink. "How is artisaning going, anyway? Make many a thing? Invent any wonders today?"
