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Jora caught the way he nodded along, the way his grin flickered—just for a second—before settling back into place. She didn't push, didn't call him out on whatever had crossed his mind. She just let it be. If he wanted to talk, he'd talk. If he didn't, well… she'd always been good at reading between the lines. At his response about swimming back, she let out a small scoff, shaking her head. “I don’t know, Sage. Maybe somewhere that *isn’t* a storm-ridden island filled with the occasional supernatural disaster?” she quipped, though the warmth in her tone betrayed the joke. But when he actually admitted the food was good, she just smirked, satisfied. “*Pretty* good?” she echoed, raising a brow. “I think you mean *life-changing*—but I’ll let it slide.” She glanced at his empty bowl, noticing he wasn’t reaching for more, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she just leaned against the counter, arms crossing as she watched him. “Well, good thing you liked it,” she mused, her smirk turning just a little smug. “Because now you’re stuck eating whatever I cook for the rest of your life.” Like hell she was letting him go anywhere else. |
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Sage snorted softly when she mentioned the island, wrinkling his nose slightly. "I don't know about the supernatural disasters part," he mused lightly. "Disasters sure, but supernatural? Unless you're talking about me being impulsive I'm not sure that's a thing here," he added, clearly just joking around. He probably did have the potential to cause some supernatural disasters....though thankfully he'd learned how to control his powers long ago. He knew what he was capable of. Though, he grinned and bobbed his head up and down in a sort of nod when she spoke up about his choice words for the Mac and cheese. "Any of your cooking is life changing," he pointed out. "I have lived on a ship for years, and a shitty orphanage before that," he mused lightly. He glanced up at Selene came into the room, offering her a sort of grin and jerked his head towards the food. "Just tell her it's life changing and we'll all be peachy," he joked lightly, clearly messing about. Her food was delicious, and he did quite like the Mac and cheese. It was as good as she'd said it was. "I can't complain about that," he noted softly when she mentioned he was stuck there with her. He couldn't complain at all. |
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