the measure of a man is what he does with power
"Cakes and tarts and cookies? We're pushing the boat out now, Jata, for someone who just confessed they can't cook." Ronin might be poking fun, but there's still a sunny smile on his face. And honestly, the thought of taking time out of war and helping Remi with the Greatwood to make a cake with his best friend sounds like perfection. "Want to know a secret? Cooking and baking are different. So maybe you aren't very good at cooking, but you could be a master baker." He bobs his eyebrows obviously, as if to prompt Sunjata to catch his innuendo.
Sugar snorts a wisp of icy cold air at him for his trouble, and Ronin pokes his tongue out at her. "Who's they?" he asks, of the they who might make peppermint extract. "If you want to try and make some yourself, I know a good spot." The luxere in Ronin has a penchant for the stuff, so he's been chewing it more often than not throughout Leafchange.
Sugar snorts a wisp of icy cold air at him for his trouble, and Ronin pokes his tongue out at her. "Who's they?" he asks, of the they who might make peppermint extract. "If you want to try and make some yourself, I know a good spot." The luxere in Ronin has a penchant for the stuff, so he's been chewing it more often than not throughout Leafchange.
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