our sins are washed away
Laughing, Saiden nodded. "That it does." Winking playfully, he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Among other useful little tricks." His voice was equal parts amused and self-satisfied, though not flirty or suggestive.
When Melita asked how the cannons worked, he shrugged. "Dunno." Scratching the back of his head, he peered at the cannons. "You'd have to ask one of the cannoneers, I suppose." Giving her an apologetic smile, he continued slouching against the wall.
Still looking contrite, he spread his arms. "I'm just the cook, remember? I make the food, and that's about it around here." That didn't sound like it bothered him. If anything, he was proud of the work he did.
When Melita asked how the cannons worked, he shrugged. "Dunno." Scratching the back of his head, he peered at the cannons. "You'd have to ask one of the cannoneers, I suppose." Giving her an apologetic smile, he continued slouching against the wall.
Still looking contrite, he spread his arms. "I'm just the cook, remember? I make the food, and that's about it around here." That didn't sound like it bothered him. If anything, he was proud of the work he did.
