The white sheep of the family
As Weaver entered the kitchen, Loren glanced up from his work. Giving her a faint smile, it was clear that he was unbothered and unsurprised by her presence here; as the most visible member of Neron's cabinet in a lot of ways, he was used to people seeking him out.
He took some butter at added it to the mixture. "I tend to surprise people, it's true. Hopefully in a good way this time." He mixed the butter in with a clearly practiced hand, though he glanced up as she asked what he was making. "Just some scones."
Fingers kneading the dough that was still coming together, he gave her a curious look. "Did you need something?" Though he wasn't shocked to see her, he was mildly curious.
He took some butter at added it to the mixture. "I tend to surprise people, it's true. Hopefully in a good way this time." He mixed the butter in with a clearly practiced hand, though he glanced up as she asked what he was making. "Just some scones."
Fingers kneading the dough that was still coming together, he gave her a curious look. "Did you need something?" Though he wasn't shocked to see her, he was mildly curious.
Will blood tell
