@eidivine
â you will not find me good company. â to Oberon
Ragnarok.
"That's okay, there are few I find to be."
A hand sweeps his mantle before him to cover his form, mischief seeping into his eyes as he awaits a second before pulling it back again. In his now exposed hand, two crystalline cups steam with hot chocolate.
"I would like to join you all the same, if that is something you would allow."
There was an indignant huff before the Master took the offered cup. She may have been a prickly pear but was never one to turn down food and drink when offered.
Even when you're not supposed to, especially from the Fae.
"Fine then, suit yourself." She grumbled before blowing gently against the rim of the cup and taking a sip. It was good, maybe she could nab the recipe from him at some point.
Initially Ryder had claimed the kitchen for herself, with the intent to make something as her usual form of stress relief, but her head was drawing a blank.
".... Do you have any sweets you like?"
