Can I help in the kitchen?

Hey! I only eat the chocolates... And the strawberries.... Okay, the pancake batter is pretty tasty too.

BUT you need to take risks to get to the good stuff!

Is that you volunteering to make some for me?

Cooking? What cooking? I'm only here to eat and look pretty.

It's sooner than later that I'm six feet under. It's sooner than later that you'll be alone. So who will you turn to tomorrow, I wonder? For when the bell rings, lover, you're on your own.

Yawns.

I demand pancakes in exchange!

"You've done well, my liege," she said seriously before taking a stab at one of the pancakes. "Yum!"

"I'm going on patrols later," she explained in between bites. "Gotta prepare myself for a bloodbath." A wink. "And my parabatai needs to be there."

Boo!!!! It's a good space to reenact that scene from Titanic!

I'll be Jack! You'll be Rose! It'll work out.

"Make it three!" she said with a grin. "Keeping me in check is hard work. Who knows maybe I offend one of the Fair folk again? /Un/intentionally, of course."

"Trouble is my middle name," she said with a grin. It was actually Cordelia but he gets her drift. And then she was out of her seat, a giant ball of energy as she took Cortana and slung the sheathed sword on her back.

Good question! I'm sure we can find one at Hidden Treasures. Or you can keep your hair, it's pretty!

Don't I always? You look beautiful too, Liv.

Honorary Blackthorn, present!

Oh? Does Jules know? He'll bust a vein!

A fake gasp. "In her room? The scandal! I need to meet this boy."