Peaceful Times

SuNjATA

the flood

Sunjata lifts the glass to his lips while Oliver cleans himself up, lips quirked in the remnants of his amusement, before a shoulder rises and falls in a shrug of agreement. They were friendly, not the kind to dart toward you and want to fight you – very different from the scorpions of Korofi who were similar to wasps in the ‘I’ll fuck you up’ category. But at the question, Sunjata leans forward to inspect the glass of wine before settling back down before the food arrives. “Looks fine to me.” He says, finding nothing but wine in the glass.

He manages a slight snort to Oliver as he mentions that it’s not a bowl of water, and he nods to that. Perhaps he was lucky, that back home in Korofi before the whole ordeal with the rebels, they had plenty of feasts with huge portions regardless of the season. It took some getting used to, and while he didn’t know where Oliver came from, he supposes food is better than no food. And so Sunjata begins to dig into his own bowl, pausing briefly to point the spoon toward Oliver with a slight grin. “It’s pretty good.” He offers with a grin.

“Mhm, minus the spiders.” He adds with a chuckle. Still, the Rathskeller despite the arachnids still had charm.

a little rebellion

now and then

is a good thing