whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Smiling, Loren waved away Amalia’s apology. ”This is plenty. And again, wonderful, thank you for feeding me.” Taking a bite, he let out an approving sound to let the baker know he meant it.However, after he chewed and swallowed, the corners of his mouth twitched. ”How are things between the two of you? Or...I guess, what are things between the two of you? I don't think you ever told me, and he definitely didn't.” His smile gained a sheepish edge at his comment about the taciturn General.
The summoner's smile morphed into a fully fledged grin. "Oh, and convincing you to do it and of your own self-worth wasn't work?" Letting out a little huff of laughter, he raised his free hand to tap his chin in an overly dramatic thoughtful pose. "I suppose I could teach customs of the Hollowed Grounds, the old gods, and baking, and you can teach some other class. How do you think that would go?" His eyes practically sparkled with mirth.
what goes, let go
LOREN
