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are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Remi glances down at himself as if expecting to see embers pulsing out of his chest. When he doesn't, his grin grows crooked as he shrugs. "It must be because I am in such good company." And indeed though that certainly is the case, Mort's touch has worked wonders unseen on the alchemist's soul.

"Show off." Remi coos adoringly before taking a sip of his drink. As if surprised to hear he was right about anything, he raises his brows inquiringly as he lowers his glass, wondering what it could be. "Nor do I. For Mateo's sake too. It is probably strange to have dads who build skyports and hunts monsters but don't sit down for family dinners more than once a year."

Raising his glass to his nose and giving it an experimental sniff to try and determine what the fae used in making it, Remi cocks his head to the side as one cheek dimples far more deeply than the other side. "Oh you don't say." He gasps, pretending to be surprised. "Did I tell you the other day someone apparently put out a bounty on a certain manticore in the Greatwood? A young hunter came to try and kill me." Remi adds sounding amused.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)