Do you know it, I wonder? [ Oh. Oh my, she's gone and put him to shame, hasn't she? In the time it had taken him to retrieve both flint stone and knife, she'd set kindling alight, nursing flame to full circle and height within the boundaries of their makeshift fire-pit, its frame cobbled together with stone found during their ventures of the day. What's more, she would encourage him to think of himself, thanking him for his support before declaring that she, too, would assist with making their meal. Why... this certainly is Lapis' vengeance, mercilessly driven upon him in retribution for daring to carry her away, isn't it? The thought brings a small, private smile to his lips before he speaks again: ] That you are terribly difficult to refuse?
[ Returning his tools to his pack, he retrieves instead: two small saucepans. The first, filled with water in need of boiling before it could be set to cool, safe to drink. The second becoming home to the soup they'd purchased from a tavern the night before, stored away in mason jars for precisely this occasion. And with little preamble, both saucepans soon find themselves nested over the fire's open flame, their contents warming perhaps a touch too slow for one's liking, especially after so very long a day. ]
I'll mind the water, then, if you will tend to the soup— [ With a spoon he presses into the palm of her hand, fingers curling artfully even in so very small a gesture. ] —for if it were left under my watch, it would most certainly scald and burn.
[ Sion... really has no talent for cooking, it seems, beyond the preparation of a singular dish. But sssshhh, this is a secret. ]
Even now... I feel as though I am new to adventuring, still, despite the many places we've visited together. [ Where Lapis seems rather taken with it, as though she'd had the spirit of a wanderer. ] May I ask you why you chose to become a summoner?
[ His golden eyes drifting away from the fire, he turns his head skyward, toward the stars. ]
Was it so that you would be free to travel, like this?
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[ Returning his tools to his pack, he retrieves instead: two small saucepans. The first, filled with water in need of boiling before it could be set to cool, safe to drink. The second becoming home to the soup they'd purchased from a tavern the night before, stored away in mason jars for precisely this occasion. And with little preamble, both saucepans soon find themselves nested over the fire's open flame, their contents warming perhaps a touch too slow for one's liking, especially after so very long a day. ]
I'll mind the water, then, if you will tend to the soup— [ With a spoon he presses into the palm of her hand, fingers curling artfully even in so very small a gesture. ] —for if it were left under my watch, it would most certainly scald and burn.
[ Sion... really has no talent for cooking, it seems, beyond the preparation of a singular dish. But sssshhh, this is a secret. ]
Even now... I feel as though I am new to adventuring, still, despite the many places we've visited together. [ Where Lapis seems rather taken with it, as though she'd had the spirit of a wanderer. ] May I ask you why you chose to become a summoner?
[ His golden eyes drifting away from the fire, he turns his head skyward, toward the stars. ]
Was it so that you would be free to travel, like this?