[The chef responds with a lazy wave, nodding at a chair for Ace to sit in. He hides it well, but it's still a little jarring seeing someone he knows is dead in the flesh.
... Whelp, he's sure time will take care of that. Luceti brought him back; he can't imagine it's gonna let him waltz out here soon]
Yo, Fire Fist. [He takes a sip of his wine with a brief smile]
[voice] /SUNGLASSES. Deal with it.
... Whelp, he's sure time will take care of that. Luceti brought him back; he can't imagine it's gonna let him waltz out here soon]
Yo, Fire Fist. [He takes a sip of his wine with a brief smile]