the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Excuse me, madam, but I am an Outlander, and in my previous life I was a baron," Ronin informs Maeve with feigned haughtiness, and the twinkle in his eyes betrays his tone. "I wasn't a very good one, granted, but... it's the title that counts, right?" He turns back to what he's doing, and as Maeve speaks, Ronin listens and ladles pancake batter into the hot pan. With a sizzle, a bit of patience and a flick of his wrist, the Star flips the first one and manages to catch it in the pan. (He's done this a few times, and it's the only reason he makes it look remotely good).
Humming out a long sigh once she's finished and once the first pancake is on the stack, Ronin glances back at her. "Would it make you feel better or worse, for him to know?" he wonders. "It's not a decision anyone can make for you, but I suppose you just need to decide whether you can move on without letting him know how you feel. I imagine he's still grateful for everything you did for him. And if you just don't go back to Torchline, what then?"
Never mind the fact that he'll likely be visiting Stormbreak soon.
The remark about Safrin, though, does what Maeve is hoping, and Ronin's eyes light up as he starts on the second pancake. "Oh? What kind of a quest?" he asks. "Is it anything I can help with?"
Humming out a long sigh once she's finished and once the first pancake is on the stack, Ronin glances back at her. "Would it make you feel better or worse, for him to know?" he wonders. "It's not a decision anyone can make for you, but I suppose you just need to decide whether you can move on without letting him know how you feel. I imagine he's still grateful for everything you did for him. And if you just don't go back to Torchline, what then?"
Never mind the fact that he'll likely be visiting Stormbreak soon.
The remark about Safrin, though, does what Maeve is hoping, and Ronin's eyes light up as he starts on the second pancake. "Oh? What kind of a quest?" he asks. "Is it anything I can help with?"
