why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
Amalia has no (well, few) doubts that the men could have managed on their own, but it feels good to step in and take control, especially while everything else seems to be spinning away from her. She's grateful and it shows in the look she flashes them, nodding at Ronin's offer to start a fire. "Try not to drop the building on me this time?" she teases, immediately coloring up anxiously, hoping he didn't see it at an attempt to make him feel bad.
Awkward and anxious Amalia turns back to salvaging the pancake batter and making a little more, adding cinnamon and plenty of butter for a layer of decadence they all thoroughly deserve. The griddle heats quickly, and it's with the casual flair of someone who is an expert in their area that the Shield pours out her delicately shaped pancakes, taking time to add the batter a layer at a time.
The first two up are put onto plates and offered back to Remi and Ronin with pride in her dark eyes. "Here- try to get some in your mouths this time," she suggests, turning back quickly to add more batter to the pan. The cakes presented are shaped differently, but distinctly: one a large star with little ones inside it, the other a set of cartoonish wings.
Awkward and anxious Amalia turns back to salvaging the pancake batter and making a little more, adding cinnamon and plenty of butter for a layer of decadence they all thoroughly deserve. The griddle heats quickly, and it's with the casual flair of someone who is an expert in their area that the Shield pours out her delicately shaped pancakes, taking time to add the batter a layer at a time.
The first two up are put onto plates and offered back to Remi and Ronin with pride in her dark eyes. "Here- try to get some in your mouths this time," she suggests, turning back quickly to add more batter to the pan. The cakes presented are shaped differently, but distinctly: one a large star with little ones inside it, the other a set of cartoonish wings.
Amalia
