Heat rushed to Tal's ears and from the doorway the muscular dragon let out a rumbling chortle at her bonded's discomfiture. " 'm Tal," the courier mumbled awkwardly, having once again neglected to introduce himself. Just because he usually knew the name and address of who his packages were going to didn't mean the recipients knew him! ...A fact he usually forgot.
Much to Boreal's amusement.
Shaking water off his hands, Tal took up the bowl and the spoon and began glopping batter into the empty muffin cases. Some were definitely going to be a bit bigger than others, but most of the batter ended up on the inside of the cups rather than the outside while he listened to Not-sir Ronin.
"Politics?" he repeated, wrinkling his nose. "Ew--uhhh, oh, that's...nice." He put extra effort into sounding polite to try and make up for the gaffe, seeing as he was talking to the Commander of all of Stormbreak. "My dad was a Deepfrost Shield, an' my mom ran the general store that's kind of a family thing." A proud answer, Tal's skinny chest puffing out a little before he surreptitiously tried to even out some of the batter overflows.
"What did your mom do?"
Much to Boreal's amusement.
Shaking water off his hands, Tal took up the bowl and the spoon and began glopping batter into the empty muffin cases. Some were definitely going to be a bit bigger than others, but most of the batter ended up on the inside of the cups rather than the outside while he listened to Not-sir Ronin.
"Politics?" he repeated, wrinkling his nose. "Ew--uhhh, oh, that's...nice." He put extra effort into sounding polite to try and make up for the gaffe, seeing as he was talking to the Commander of all of Stormbreak. "My dad was a Deepfrost Shield, an' my mom ran the general store that's kind of a family thing." A proud answer, Tal's skinny chest puffing out a little before he surreptitiously tried to even out some of the batter overflows.
"What did your mom do?"
