Dolce

Glad to share his wine with him? The charmingly naive Remi had no idea at the invitation he offered the ascended, one that Archebold merely regarded with a casual smile and nod before continuing their conversation. "Haven't gotten that far in thought yet. Cooking offers me peace, so it is what I have attached myself to at the present moment, but every day is a different canvas to which we paint is it not? Perhaps tomorrow will call upon another muse." Archebold teased as he he stood from his stool and crouched down to grab some wild mushrooms and herbs, pausing only briefly to slice and flick a piece of sausage in the air toward Remi with a grin. Had he managed to catch the flung meat he'd be greeted with mock applause, if not just a playful look of disappointment as Archebold began cutting and seasoning the vegetables. "The eyes never lie, sorry to say. Do you care to have a discussion over said loss? I am never eager to pry, but if perhaps I could offer you anything in terms of coping, I will gladly do so under no obligation." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.