you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
The beaten eggs have become a batter in the time it takes for Tal to wend his way through Stormbreak to the Dragon’s Nest, and Ronin has completed his eclectic attire with a streak of flour by now as well. He’s about to start ladling the batter into large muffin trays, in fact, when his name hits the air, and engrossed as he is in his work, the sound makes him jump a bit.
”A delivery?” he repeats dumbly still holding the bowl and the ladle as he turns to face Tal, looking for all intents and purposes like a soldier who had gotten lost in a kitchen. Plonking the ladle back into the batter, he dusts his hands off (leaving flour prints on his pants) and turns to face the courier. ”From who? Oh - I’m making cheese muffins. It’s for that festival going on in the Feverlands. You’re welcome to have one if you want to stick around until they’re done. I need a second opinion anyway.”
”A delivery?” he repeats dumbly still holding the bowl and the ladle as he turns to face Tal, looking for all intents and purposes like a soldier who had gotten lost in a kitchen. Plonking the ladle back into the batter, he dusts his hands off (leaving flour prints on his pants) and turns to face the courier. ”From who? Oh - I’m making cheese muffins. It’s for that festival going on in the Feverlands. You’re welcome to have one if you want to stick around until they’re done. I need a second opinion anyway.”
RONIN
