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
Offering a companionable nod to hear the courier's name, Ronin's gaze flicks past him as if noticing the dragon for the first time. "Ah, forgive me. I was too focused on..." He gestures to the plants, the muffin batter, and so on. "A pleasure to meet you too." Inclining his head to Boreal, Ronin straightens back up from the oven. From the eaves above them, if they listen close, perhaps there's a half-hearted trill from Sugar. She's snoozing while Ronin messes about in the kitchen, as is her right.
Chuckling to himself, he waves off Tal's attempt at politeness. "Boring," he corrects. "It was boring, especially for a kid." And in comparison, the courier's humble beginnings are enviable, Ronin smiling to hear the pride in his voice. "Does she still run it now?" he asks, before pulling a face as the question is fired back at him.
"She sat around gossiping with her social circle mostly, when she wasn't gushing over my brother or telling me to straighten my tie," he mutters with a wince. "As a baroness is wont to do, I suppose."
Chuckling to himself, he waves off Tal's attempt at politeness. "Boring," he corrects. "It was boring, especially for a kid." And in comparison, the courier's humble beginnings are enviable, Ronin smiling to hear the pride in his voice. "Does she still run it now?" he asks, before pulling a face as the question is fired back at him.
"She sat around gossiping with her social circle mostly, when she wasn't gushing over my brother or telling me to straighten my tie," he mutters with a wince. "As a baroness is wont to do, I suppose."
RONIN
