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
Sronin is enough to make him grin even if he wasn't already in jovial spirits, and he continues to spoon out the batter into the muffin cases while Tal washes his hands. "Nice to meet you, by the way. I didn't catch your name," he says conversationally. He knows it's because Tal hasn't given it to him yet, but it's an invitation for an introduction nonetheless.
He sets the bowl with the remaining batter out for the second tray of cases, trusting Tal to take over where he leaves off while he goes to set the first batch into the oven. "Mm? Actually no," he says of his father, tilting his head as he searches his memories. "My family had a military background, but my father was more for politics. And he might have been strict, but he had nothing on my mother." No, she had been the matriarch of the family for sure.
"What about you?"
He sets the bowl with the remaining batter out for the second tray of cases, trusting Tal to take over where he leaves off while he goes to set the first batch into the oven. "Mm? Actually no," he says of his father, tilting his head as he searches his memories. "My family had a military background, but my father was more for politics. And he might have been strict, but he had nothing on my mother." No, she had been the matriarch of the family for sure.
"What about you?"
RONIN
