actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me Ronin's lips part as if he might have a response to that, but in reality there's little he can say to sex wind, so he reconsiders, shakes his head and moves on. (Probably wise). "Definitely you if it's horny," he murmurs, letting his head tilt to rest against Remi's mop of steam heavy curls. "And I don't know, I think I've I'd been given a couple more shots at the thing I might have managed it." Alas, we'll never know. As Remi's reactions twang through to murder and back again, Ronin is left somewhat puzzled by the flare in his emotions; until, that is, he reveals the little girl and her cookie. Given the Supernova's love of all things edible, his problematically heroic core and their recent conversation about having more children, Ronin finds his breath catching for a second in his throat. "That is very kind of you," he says once he finds his tongue again, "but I couldn't possibly take your whole snack. How about this - why don't we share?" So saying, he takes the offered cookie, carefully breaks it in two, and offers the other (slightly larger) half back out to her.