To be fair, Ronan wasn't entirely confident in his assurances that he'd be fine, but he was willing to give it his best anyway.

Hopefully no one would kill him if he ended up burning himself out for a few days.

"I never said you had to cook it," Ronan pointed out, laughing. "Just that we'd get to pick it."

He reached sideways into nothing and pulled out a pen, giving it a flick to shake it out into his sword.