25 Mun,Muse
25. Cook food for. (You clarified Me for him, so... and I can follow up my last one!)
Okay, so maybe being kidnapped instead of outright murdered had been a godsend. After Kenny had calmed down, Khint had actually untied her and just had her stay put for a week or so.
It had been okay. Quiet, but okay. He was gone most of the time, so they didn't bother each other, and he made sure she didn't die. Of heat or otherwise. (Gingers and deserts don't mix, why was she even here?)
After he'd let her leave, she felt a little obligated to repay him. For the kindness of making sure no one else killed her her her stupidity.
Whiiiich... resulted in batches of cookies. LOTS of them. Meringue, short bread, jam, chocolate chip, they filled bags and bags. Maybe she'd gone a bit overboard, but...
"Here. Don't ask." Kenny shoved the bags into Khint's palms and sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Tracking the man down itself had been a hassle.
Khint just stood and blinked, looking at the pure volume of cookies.
" It's a thank you. You didn't have to do what you did." With that, she walked away, grumbling about catching an airship to Eternia where it was cooler.
Cookies. Well. Khint supposed, he would bring a portion to Prell and Amira. Quietly, he picked one up and tried it. Sweet, but actually not that bad.
This was one of the better payments he'd gotten, to say the least.
