Callum: [Holds up cauliflower in front of Rayla’s face] What is this?
Rayla: .... a cauliflower?
Callum: [Turns to Runaan] ok, now tell her what you think it is
Runaan: [Arms folded] Ghost broccoli
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Callum: [Holds up cauliflower in front of Rayla’s face] What is this?
Rayla: .... a cauliflower?
Callum: [Turns to Runaan] ok, now tell her what you think it is
Runaan: [Arms folded] Ghost broccoli
Ethari: So what's for dinner?
Runaan, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.
Headcanon: Runaan loves to cook, but treats recipes as loose inspiration. His experiments, like he likes to call them, often took way too long or turn out not that great, so Ethari have to prepare meals anyway, if he wants something eatable. Tho when Runaan succeeds, his dishes are top-tier.
Callum, sliding down the prison wall next to Runaan: Hey, I'm really sorry that my brother arrested you.
Runaan: ...
Callum: And that my aunt Amaya stabbed you. We should really get you to a healer.
Runaan, exasperated: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? No. Stay out of it human.
Callum: ...
Callum: Alright then.
Callum: *stabs himself in the leg*
Runaan: WHAT THE FU–
Callum: Opeli, can you call a healer for OUR stab wounds, please.