"Pants," Ren said, pointing the spatula at Syris. "Non-negotiable."
Syris stood in the center of the Nest, glistening with new scales and looking like a deity of sin. He sighed, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest.
"You are obsessed with covering things," Syris complained. "First the red bubble coat. Now my legs. Do you fear the sight of a King?"
"I fear health code violations, Syris. I am about to cook batter. I don't need... that... swinging around near the food."
Syris rolled his amethyst eyes, but he walked to a chest and pulled out a strip of black silk. He wrapped it around his waist. It was translucent, sheer, and honestly hid nothing, but it was technically fabric.
"Acceptable?" Syris asked, striking a pose.
Ren rubbed her temples. "It'll have to do. Let's go."
The Kitchen
