The white sheep of the family
As Weaver teased him a bit, Loren's lips twitched. "Consider me convinced." Lowering his arms, he grabbed the ingredients that were already out and began to prepare a fresh set of scones. "What's your favorite flavor?" He started working on the flour and the dough first, since that didn't need her answer.
Giving her the time to think it over, he just worked on mixing the ingredients as best he could. Still, he watched her carefully. When she finally did respond he let out a huff of laughter. "You're probably right. And I have no desire to get on the bad side of the people of Halo or the gods." His tone was amused. However, much more quietly he asked, "If you could change it, what would you want?"
Giving her the time to think it over, he just worked on mixing the ingredients as best he could. Still, he watched her carefully. When she finally did respond he let out a huff of laughter. "You're probably right. And I have no desire to get on the bad side of the people of Halo or the gods." His tone was amused. However, much more quietly he asked, "If you could change it, what would you want?"
Will blood tell
