the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Ah, flavours are whatever you want them to be." Ronin grins to Maeve. "Mateo likes his with strawberries and honey. I take mine with sugar and lemon juice, but you can have whatever you like." He adds the flour steadily, careful not to add too much at once lest they both end up looking like ghosts, and he raises an eyebrow to hear her reasoning behind not trying the dish before. "A cook and children in a brothel? The Halenani is a magical place," he says with a long sigh.
Still, there's no disguising the smile on his face as Maeve asks how he is, or the way it grows soft and sweet while he potters around to grab a pan to make the pancakes. "Things have never been better," he says honestly, his voice quiet as if he's afraid that saying it will make it all go to shit. "I didn't think I could ever be happy here in Stormbreak, but I was wrong. What about you? The monsoons and the Halenani and the bruises aside, of course."
Still, there's no disguising the smile on his face as Maeve asks how he is, or the way it grows soft and sweet while he potters around to grab a pan to make the pancakes. "Things have never been better," he says honestly, his voice quiet as if he's afraid that saying it will make it all go to shit. "I didn't think I could ever be happy here in Stormbreak, but I was wrong. What about you? The monsoons and the Halenani and the bruises aside, of course."
