The white sheep of the family
Shrugging at Weaver's reply, Loren began mixing the buttermilk into the rest of the dough. "Lucky you." His tone indicated he thought she was anything but.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shook his head. "If you think my food tastes better than professional chefs, you're going to be sorely disappointed." Still, if pressed he'd admit it looked and smell quite appetizing.
Humming thoughtfully at her retort, he finally nodded. "Perhaps you're right. As I told you, gatherings and me don't go well together, so I was just trying to protect everyone involved." He glanced up at her briefly. "So you don't have a tradition like that in Halo?" Oddly enough, he actually found himself curious to hear the answer.
Laughing slightly, he went back to his dough, tossing it onto the counter and taking out a knife. "I'm not sure there was a Caido before the gods. But I know what you mean." He cut the scone into eight pieces, and began placing them on the tray.
"And yeah, I heard about it. The catastrophe, or something." Biting his lip, he gave her a questioning look. "Would you...if there was a way to undo it, would you want things to go back to how they were...before?" It came out hesitantly, mostly because he didn't know why he was asking or even how one would go about doing such a thing.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shook his head. "If you think my food tastes better than professional chefs, you're going to be sorely disappointed." Still, if pressed he'd admit it looked and smell quite appetizing.
Humming thoughtfully at her retort, he finally nodded. "Perhaps you're right. As I told you, gatherings and me don't go well together, so I was just trying to protect everyone involved." He glanced up at her briefly. "So you don't have a tradition like that in Halo?" Oddly enough, he actually found himself curious to hear the answer.
Laughing slightly, he went back to his dough, tossing it onto the counter and taking out a knife. "I'm not sure there was a Caido before the gods. But I know what you mean." He cut the scone into eight pieces, and began placing them on the tray.
"And yeah, I heard about it. The catastrophe, or something." Biting his lip, he gave her a questioning look. "Would you...if there was a way to undo it, would you want things to go back to how they were...before?" It came out hesitantly, mostly because he didn't know why he was asking or even how one would go about doing such a thing.
Will blood tell
