the measure of a man is what he does with power
With a trill of gratitude, Sugar indeed takes a slurp of Sunjata's tea, and the Flood will find himself showered in the little droplets that escape her maw as she licks at her chops. Well, it's his fault for offering. (It isn't - it's smart, before she resorts to stealing it regardless). Ronin in the meantime can only grin at this, gently tipping a little of his coffee into a saucer which he sets on the table for Sugar to swoop down and enjoy.
"You both do," the Huntsman murmurs around his own drink. "Lean into it, Sunjata. You never know when things are going to go to shit again, so for as long as you've got this peace, make it count." Perhaps a bit stern given the friendly meeting they're supposed to be having, but gods if Ronin doesn't mean it.
Just like he means the offer to help Jata learn to cook something. "Absolutely we can," he says with a wink. "What makes your sweet tooth go crazy? Either way, I reckon we could come up with a cake, or even some honey baked meat if you want to cook a full meal for them," he suggests.
"You both do," the Huntsman murmurs around his own drink. "Lean into it, Sunjata. You never know when things are going to go to shit again, so for as long as you've got this peace, make it count." Perhaps a bit stern given the friendly meeting they're supposed to be having, but gods if Ronin doesn't mean it.
Just like he means the offer to help Jata learn to cook something. "Absolutely we can," he says with a wink. "What makes your sweet tooth go crazy? Either way, I reckon we could come up with a cake, or even some honey baked meat if you want to cook a full meal for them," he suggests.
RONIN
