Wander into the whimsy

Cooper stood there for a moment, the weight of Maika's words settling over him like a comfortable old jacket. He wasn’t the type to get sentimental—not out loud, at least—but there was no mistaking the glint of something softer in his eyes. He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, letting out a slow exhale.

Well, hell, Maika, he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. You’re gonna make an old man blush over here. I didn’t do anything special, just kept the damn place standing—and maybe kept a few heads screwed on straight when they wanted to spin off. He gave her a look, one that held a mix of gruff affection and genuine pride. But hearing you say that... it means a lot. More than I’ve got words for, if I’m honest.

Leaning forward on the bar, he gave her a crooked smile. Zevran, huh? Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Reconnecting, huh? That sounds like a recipe for some trouble—but the good kind, I’m guessing. His grin turned wry. That elf always did have a way of stirring things up, but if he’s helping you close some wounds, then maybe he’s not so bad after all.

Cooper straightened, his voice taking on a mock stern tone. But don’t go giving him all the credit now. You did the hard work, Maika. Picking yourself up, finding your footing again—that was all you. I just made sure the drinks were strong, the food wasn’t awful, and the doors stayed open.

He nodded toward the quiet tavern around them, his voice softening again. This place... it’s always been more than just a building. It’s a home for folks like us—folks who’ve been knocked down but aren’t out for the count. And you? You’re always welcome here. Don’t forget that.

@Maika Arainai