there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I have pictures," Ronin murmurs, his smile soft and directed more at the stone beneath their feet than at Maeve. "Perhaps I'll bring some of those along to show you as well." As for the gin? His smile brightens somewhat at that, the Huntsman nodding. "He has been experimenting with blushberries, lately. Perhaps he can bring some of that along as a gift. For a lady with your wiles, it could be an unexpected string to your bow." He winks.
The confectionaries versus the sandwiches, though - he's got opinions on that. "They are not," he objects. "And me and my healthy appetite shall be the judge of that, Maeve."
He had been pouty back then, Ronin rolling his eyes at the memory, but he still thinks he had cause to be. "I did think my marriage was over, if you recall," he says. "But no, it wasn't so bad. You were and you are a fine travelling companion."
The confectionaries versus the sandwiches, though - he's got opinions on that. "They are not," he objects. "And me and my healthy appetite shall be the judge of that, Maeve."
He had been pouty back then, Ronin rolling his eyes at the memory, but he still thinks he had cause to be. "I did think my marriage was over, if you recall," he says. "But no, it wasn't so bad. You were and you are a fine travelling companion."
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