I will fight the end
”Well, maybe we’ll both have to learn how to make it. Then you can have it until you’re sick - though I don’t recommend that bit.” Ronin smirks, already hunting around the kitchen for ingredients (all of them are readily available because - obviously - it’s a dream). The pat on his arm and the soft, boyish smile have him chuckling, and he tips a wink to Sunjata as if grateful for his lack of judgement.
Grabbing a bowl, he sets it down next to the boy and grins. ”They’re the most simple thing ever,” he informs him, a whisk in hand. ”We just need flour, eggs and milk.” As if on cue, a bag of flour appears, as do eggs and a bottle of milk. Cracking eggs into the bowl, Ronin whips them up and adds a good deal of flour, before handing the bottle to Jata.
”You can do the important bit. Just keep pouring that nice and slow into the bowl, and you’ll see magic happen.”
Grabbing a bowl, he sets it down next to the boy and grins. ”They’re the most simple thing ever,” he informs him, a whisk in hand. ”We just need flour, eggs and milk.” As if on cue, a bag of flour appears, as do eggs and a bottle of milk. Cracking eggs into the bowl, Ronin whips them up and adds a good deal of flour, before handing the bottle to Jata.
”You can do the important bit. Just keep pouring that nice and slow into the bowl, and you’ll see magic happen.”
'til the end is here
