the baffled king composing hallelujah
"I'm glad I could do something for it, then. There's nothing worse than not being able to move around." A seasoned expert in getting injured by this point - and the scars that silver his body beneath his open shirt says as much - Ronin doesn't envy Maeve's current position. His tattoos become tattoos once more, taking one final sip of his coffee before he lends his attention more towards their breakfast. "Never?" He raises his eyebrows. "It's just flour and eggs and milk. How have you lost out on pancakes?"
Grinning, Ronin starts to get down ingredients, as well as a bowl and a whisk. He cracks some eggs into the bowl first and adds the milk, then offers it out to her to whisk together. "Here, you can do this part if you want to help," he offers with a wink. "I'll start to add the flour once it's looking good enough. "And I don't think you need to worry about Mateo - he'll definitely like you. Especially if you have pancakes, granted."
Grinning, Ronin starts to get down ingredients, as well as a bowl and a whisk. He cracks some eggs into the bowl first and adds the milk, then offers it out to her to whisk together. "Here, you can do this part if you want to help," he offers with a wink. "I'll start to add the flour once it's looking good enough. "And I don't think you need to worry about Mateo - he'll definitely like you. Especially if you have pancakes, granted."
