[SE] from me to you

"I disagree - I don't think luck had anything to do with it," Ronin says, the Star grinning at Amalia and watching as she returns the gloves to their box with such care. At her compliment he feigns being flustered (it is, of course, as overdramatic as you might expect from Ronin), before settling on a warm smile instead. Watching as she rises to her feet, Ronin leans back on his hands and gets comfortable - a strangely easy thing for him to do considring they're on the floor. He nods gratefully at the agreement that they would sing their praises to Safrin, Ronin reaching up to accept his teacup and blowing on it gently to cool it down. "Thank you," he says, and it's for much more than just the tea. Raising an eyebrow, the Star listens to her proposal with a mix of amusement and curiosity on his face, though he's certainly not going to say no. "That sounds like a great idea. You just tell me where and when, and I'll be there to help out as much as I can." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving