the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin sighs out a non-committal sound that's nonetheless an agreement, the Star nodding to her and reaching across with a hand that's streaked with flour to muss at Maeve's hair. She's not the only one who can give shit and a hard time. "Then here's to you and your workers. You're lucky to have each other, and if you want help to get the Halenani back up to par, just give me a nudge. I helped to build the original one," he says with a grin.
Then she's at his elbow as he flips his next pancake and adds it to the stack, the Star raising his eyebrows over his shoulder. "Try one to eat, or try one to flip?" he asks, before stepping aside to let her have control of the pan and the batter. "If you get batter on the ceiling, I'll never forgive you."
Then she's at his elbow as he flips his next pancake and adds it to the stack, the Star raising his eyebrows over his shoulder. "Try one to eat, or try one to flip?" he asks, before stepping aside to let her have control of the pan and the batter. "If you get batter on the ceiling, I'll never forgive you."
