[ It's uttered more to himself than his company. He's pretty shit with making his own food. He'd often pick something up from a bar when he had downtime or, back before Max snapped, would visit their place. Ondine would insist he stay for dinner, shoving plate after plate of the most amazing food in front of him. Max was right, nothing ever really compared to her cooking.
The memories leave a bitter taste in Leo's mouth, one that can't easily be washed away. He mutters his thanks to Pegasus and ducks his way through the door, a sour smile on his face. The ceiling is thankfully as high as the rest of the building and aside from ducking to get through the door frame, he doesn't have to hunch over to accomodate. ]
Not a bad room. You'd think it'd be utilized more.
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[ It's uttered more to himself than his company. He's pretty shit with making his own food. He'd often pick something up from a bar when he had downtime or, back before Max snapped, would visit their place. Ondine would insist he stay for dinner, shoving plate after plate of the most amazing food in front of him. Max was right, nothing ever really compared to her cooking.
The memories leave a bitter taste in Leo's mouth, one that can't easily be washed away. He mutters his thanks to Pegasus and ducks his way through the door, a sour smile on his face. The ceiling is thankfully as high as the rest of the building and aside from ducking to get through the door frame, he doesn't have to hunch over to accomodate. ]
Not a bad room. You'd think it'd be utilized more.