little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin smiles brightly at that - not only has he committed to doing something for himself again, but he already has a reason to begin. Thanking the shopkeep and accepting the wrapped canvases, allowing Sera to take the bag of paints, the Star finishes his hot chocolate (even if it's still a bit too hot) that he might free up his hands to fall into step with his companion again. He clearly doesn't object to her plans, enjoying allowing another person to take the lead for once. It's a rarity, believe it or not, for Ronin to have that pleasure. "That sounds great," he chimes, following along and surrendering his arm to Sera's, the falling snow settling back around his shoulders again. "Oh..." Ronin's smile melts into something warmer now that he can think about his husband, and he considers the coat for a moment. "Something light but warm. Lots of pockets, inside and out. No hood, just a high collar," he suggests, nodding to her. "Black or brown - something that will blend in easily."