just take your time wherever you go
Saiden might’ve been dozing, and even snoring, but he would’ve been a pretty terrible cook indeed if he didn’t rouse himself as soon as someone entered his kitchen. He’d cracked an eyelid just barely open, seen that it was Jiao, and decided to pretend to stay sleeping in the hopes that she’d go away. The Fae was fascinating, yes, but also...a lot.
Unfortunately, no such luck. As she actually yelled at him, he reacted on instinct, grabbing his sheathed cutlass and swinging it through the air at her before his eyes were fully open. Some water had bubbled up from a barrel as well, and was streaking towards her. Thankfully, he managed to redirect both strike and spell before they hit her. "Please don't ever do that again."
Rolling up, he stood, replacing his cutlass where it had been resting, and shooing the water back to its barrel. "How can I help you?" Yawning pointedly, he moved to check on the stew he'd set to simmering in the stove carefully constructed for use on a ship.
Unfortunately, no such luck. As she actually yelled at him, he reacted on instinct, grabbing his sheathed cutlass and swinging it through the air at her before his eyes were fully open. Some water had bubbled up from a barrel as well, and was streaking towards her. Thankfully, he managed to redirect both strike and spell before they hit her. "Please don't ever do that again."
Rolling up, he stood, replacing his cutlass where it had been resting, and shooing the water back to its barrel. "How can I help you?" Yawning pointedly, he moved to check on the stew he'd set to simmering in the stove carefully constructed for use on a ship.
