there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Well, we have only ever attended parties there. Perhaps I will have to throw one eventually, to see if that changes his mind." He's reasonably sure that he can make Stormbreak colourful and lively with enough wine and music. Taking her hand to get to his feet properly, Ronin offers her a grateful smile and a squeeze back, though it's for more than just the assistance. Her words might not change anything, but they can be a balm on a stressed psyche.
"Ah, well," he scoffs playfully as they fall into step with one another, "Edmund needn't fret on my behalf. I'm not particularly picky about the corners on my sandwiches." As anyone who knows the Huntsman well knows to be true about most food, in fact. Whatever the boy presents will be received with genuine appreciation.
His eyebrows raise as the subject moves to Remi, the opposite sex and chemistry, and Maeve is right to tread carefully. Ronin likes the Nightshade, but he can still feel an itch around his hairline where antlers itch to make their appearance. "Dinner party chemistry?" He tilts his head, wondering where this is going.
"Ah, well," he scoffs playfully as they fall into step with one another, "Edmund needn't fret on my behalf. I'm not particularly picky about the corners on my sandwiches." As anyone who knows the Huntsman well knows to be true about most food, in fact. Whatever the boy presents will be received with genuine appreciation.
His eyebrows raise as the subject moves to Remi, the opposite sex and chemistry, and Maeve is right to tread carefully. Ronin likes the Nightshade, but he can still feel an itch around his hairline where antlers itch to make their appearance. "Dinner party chemistry?" He tilts his head, wondering where this is going.
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