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"Thank you," Ronin murmurs, and he might, one of these days. For now, keeping all the strings together himself was a challenge, let alone trying to keep track of multiple channels of ideas and progress. Still, he'd probably have to loosen his grip on control at some point, lest it start to become problematic. As much as he might like to, Ronin can't be in Stormbreak every minute of every day. Grinning at that - Ludo does like to change things up - Ronin joins Lena at the window to look at the treats on display. "It has? Well, allow me to treat you to whatever takes your fancy. Mateo is twelve, so he likes everything," he says, pushing open the door (a bell cheerfully jangles overhead) and holding it open for her to step through. "I do think he has a penchant for gummy worms, though." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving