Jerry’s Annotation Marginalia X — The Cinnamon Bun and the Storm
There’s a kind of warmth you don’t expect in a world built on duty. You don’t find it in medals or briefings — you find it in a laugh.
One Lalafell, one Admiral, and a cinnamon bun. That’s all it took to reset the weather in Limsa.
He didn’t flirt to win her. He disarmed her — not with words, but with presence. A cinnamon bun, a grin, and the kind of confidence that doesn’t need to announce itself.
Three acts, one truth: you can’t seduce a storm, but you can remind it what calm feels like.
He walked in with pastry and chaos, walked out with respect and laughter — and somewhere between the frosting and the high-five, the Admiral remembered she was human again.
That’s the real landing — not the plane, not the girl, but the moment two forces of nature look at each other and realize neither has to brace for impact anymore.
Because warmth, in the end, isn’t weakness. It’s the proof that the ship’s still afloat, and the sea finally stopped fighting the sky.
— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand Tribunal Chair, Dept. of Petty Affairs
Doctrine: Don’t bark — bill.
Motto: I don’t flex, I calculate.