the baffled king composing hallelujah
"How dare you." Ronin giggles - yep, giggles. "My dragon will eat that one, and the rest if you leave her alone with them for any length of time." And that's why Sugar isn't allowed into the kitchen in the mornings any more unless it's a special occasion or Ronin forgets. (So basically she's always allowed in the kitchen anyway). Having taken back over, he carefully rescues the broken pancake and sets it on its own special plate away from the stack, before quickly cleaning up and starting on the next ladle of batter.
Glancing across, Ronin raises his eyebrows at her as if worried that she's going to trick him into a blood oath to try and rebuild the Halenani or something. "I promise," he says slowly, "unless something urgent comes up anyway. I mean like... my son is sick urgent. Otherwise, me and my shirtless self will be there for food when it comes time to do the work."
Speaking of food, they're about two pancakes away from digging in. So Ronin falls into comfortable silence, and proceeds with caution on his next pancake flip.
~FIN
Glancing across, Ronin raises his eyebrows at her as if worried that she's going to trick him into a blood oath to try and rebuild the Halenani or something. "I promise," he says slowly, "unless something urgent comes up anyway. I mean like... my son is sick urgent. Otherwise, me and my shirtless self will be there for food when it comes time to do the work."
Speaking of food, they're about two pancakes away from digging in. So Ronin falls into comfortable silence, and proceeds with caution on his next pancake flip.
~FIN
