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
"Please, just Ronin is fine," the Huntsman says with a small smile, and he'd rub at the back of his head if it wouldn't cover him even more thoroughly in flour. "My father was sir, and I am not nearly as strict as he was." As he speaks Ronin sets the muffin batter aside and steps back automatically so Tal can finish his unboxing. And whilst the courier is abjectly embarrassed (rightly so, were this anyone other than who it is), Ronin scoffs out a laugh.
"My sEcReT aDmIReR huh," he says as he reads the note, having approached at realising he's received flowers. "I think I might know who this is. Thanks for the delivery." And, spending a moment to admire one particular Psychotria Elata, he moves the vase to a more suitable location where it won't get covered in suggestive, sticky batter.
"Anyway. Muffins." He clears his throat, gesturing for Tal to join him.
"My sEcReT aDmIReR huh," he says as he reads the note, having approached at realising he's received flowers. "I think I might know who this is. Thanks for the delivery." And, spending a moment to admire one particular Psychotria Elata, he moves the vase to a more suitable location where it won't get covered in suggestive, sticky batter.
"Anyway. Muffins." He clears his throat, gesturing for Tal to join him.
RONIN
