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[h3][color=ed1c24]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
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A hit. 

Spirits lifted.

Brawny arms folded atop his chest, Jonas looked on as he was awash with spoken and unspoken praise for his effort, unable to completely hide a smirk of self-satisfaction. To bring all those he cared for together like this and [i]enjoy[/i] something— there was nothing better he could have done. He had begun cooking at an early age; his mother often worked until it was nearly time for him to sleep, and his was a hungry mouth to feed. What he had simply picked up to survive, he now used to enrich the lives of others, even in the face of their little world turning against them.

It felt like the journey had lead him to something beautiful. 

[color=ed1c24]"Well, I've been practicing."[/color] he replied noncommittally to Rebekah, throwing in a casual shrug of the shoulders— a bit off-base from his previous bombast, but there wasn't any sense in outright preening. It wasn't as if he did this to fish for compliments. No truly good cook did. Honesty was what made or broke your dish. It was an expression of wanting to make people smile, and to see that wish fulfilled was an honor in a class of its own.

Well, mostly.

He turned to his sister next, and found himself laughing even in spite of the fact that her chipper tone hadn't fully reached the rest of her face. Sometimes, she played the stoic just as he did. Maybe it was something they'd gotten from their father, so earnestly working to master his infamously explosive emotions.

[color=ed1c24]"「It's my pleasure, Dana-chan.」"[/color] His grasp on her mother tongue was... passable, at least for now. The cramming session on the drive was still fresh in his mind, so hopefully more usage would simply lead to more comprehensive crystallized vocabulary. He would be certain to make the effort to meet her on her terms. Luckily, she wasn't trying to give him a hard time understanding her. [color=ed1c24]"「Though, honestly, I thought he was kidding about that. Don't worry. I'll make whatever you want.」"

[i]Dangerous promise, Highwind.[/i][/color]

It was amazing how their simple jests made it so much easier to brush aside all that was wrong with what happened that morning. Even when conveying that he shared much of their sentiment, it was done all the more casually.

[color=ed1c24]"I'd be lying if I said I was happy with how it turned out, Bekah. To tell the truth, I'm wholly dissatisfied—"[/color]

A knock upon the door— Liam was here. Despite it being open for convenience's sake, the guy still felt the need to politely announce himself before waltzing in. He appreciated the thought, even though he'd also spent the past year trying to get the Son of Zeus to drop some of the formalities.

They were friends. He didn't need to address Jonas as anything more. Even if that was just how Liam was (and it seemed the case), he hoped that one of his most upbeat training partners was aware of that.

[color=ed1c24]"Don't go hurting yourself on my account, man."[/color] Rushing through weights was an excellent way to forget your form and go on a one-way trip to Snap City. [color=ed1c24]"And dig in. Good to see you." [/color]

He got the distinct feeling he'd need to have another batch in the works soon.