whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Amalia loaded up the sandwiches with all the fixings, Loren’s eyebrows rose. However, he gave her an approving smile and nod. Taking his plate (or what he assumed was his plate, since it was closer and they were identical), he took a bite and made a pleased sound. He barely finished chewing and swallowing before he beamed at her. ”This is excellent!”Her blush and her hesitation response elicited a reassuring grin from him. "Well. I thought it might make sense for you to teach about the old gods, and about the customs of the Hollowed Grounds." Despite her uncertainty, his tone held a great deal of faith in her abilities. "You could also teach people how to bake, if you're so inclined. Or whatever you want, really. I am open to suggestions." He took another bite, then a sip of the wine as he waited for her to answer.
what goes, let go
LOREN
