didn't think we'd ever make it
Ronin needs no invitation to show up and eat, and so Seren will be pleased to see him appear soon enough in the doorway, offering a bright smile between his daughter and Amalia. "And I thought I was late," he says breezily, already moving to grab a plate and fill it with various treats. Actually it's two plates - one for savouries, one for cake - as well as a mug of chai. His projection helps to carry it all to the table, where Ronin flops down to sit.
"They say an army marches on its stomach," he says around a kofta. "Not sure how you'd plan to starve an army of Ascended, though. That's the worst part about it all, I think. Imagine never being able to properly taste Amalia's baking again?" Sighing dramatically, he slouches in his seat and dips the rest of the kofta in the yogurt sauce.
"They say an army marches on its stomach," he says around a kofta. "Not sure how you'd plan to starve an army of Ascended, though. That's the worst part about it all, I think. Imagine never being able to properly taste Amalia's baking again?" Sighing dramatically, he slouches in his seat and dips the rest of the kofta in the yogurt sauce.
this close to safety in one piece
RONIN
