watching the tide roll away (open)

saiden

Saiden chuckled at the woman’s response, clearly not offended in the slightest. ”Well, how are you going to get good at it if you don’t practice?” It was equal parts reasonable and flirtatious, and his grin was easy and open. And he still lounged rather attractively in the sand, framed by the sun and sea as music echoed out from the cathedral.

Nodding at the fish, he pointed at it with the knife. "Good. See those darker spots, though? You wanna make sure to get those out." Dropping his hand, he watched as she continued to work on the fish.

Her question caused him to smile disarmingly again. "I'm a cook. How about you? What do you do, when you're not mysteriously appearing like a spirit?"