Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren inclined his head in acknowledgement of Weaver's agreement. Still grinning, he folded his arms. "You know," Speaking in a thoughtful drawl, though his eyes sparkled with mischief, "making medicines and making alcohol is basically the same process." Giving her a wry look, he laughed again, more fully this time. "But I'll take what time I can get."
As the fire went out then sprang back into a blaze, he raised his eyebrows. Then his expression softened slightly. "That seems like another good thing to remember her by." Thinking of the gifts she'd left them was much better than thinking that, well, she'd left them, he realized.
Shaking his head a bit, he shrugged. "Not exactly. I was more thinking that being liked by me is the terrible thing." Obviously he was making fun of himself, and he gave her a sheepish smile.
As the fire went out then sprang back into a blaze, he raised his eyebrows. Then his expression softened slightly. "That seems like another good thing to remember her by." Thinking of the gifts she'd left them was much better than thinking that, well, she'd left them, he realized.
Shaking his head a bit, he shrugged. "Not exactly. I was more thinking that being liked by me is the terrible thing." Obviously he was making fun of himself, and he gave her a sheepish smile.
you are lost, hope is gone
but you must go on
Loren
Base Code by Sky!
