When he heard the call Bastien smiled (Remi didn't sound like he was in floods of tears! That was a start!) and tried to open the door, pausing as he found resistance there. Pushing again he did manage to get it open, though it made a noise that made him cringe and hope Remi had not noticed. He didn't want to have to fix two doors in one year; there were things he wanted a reputation for and door-smasher was not one of them.
Heading into the Guild Hall (it was nice in here, far nicer than his own converted home that served for the main building of his fledgling Artist's Guild, but he tried to not be jealous. It had bohemian charm), Bastien smiled when he saw Remi mid-baking, apparently well enough to be busying himself with food. "Hello there, my friend!" He greeted, not yet seeing Aoife.
Approaching the kitchen he placed his parcel down on a clean bit of counter and looked at Remi's hands. "What are you making? You do know there is already a baker in town, yes? Are you trying to overtake her?"
Heading into the Guild Hall (it was nice in here, far nicer than his own converted home that served for the main building of his fledgling Artist's Guild, but he tried to not be jealous. It had bohemian charm), Bastien smiled when he saw Remi mid-baking, apparently well enough to be busying himself with food. "Hello there, my friend!" He greeted, not yet seeing Aoife.
Approaching the kitchen he placed his parcel down on a clean bit of counter and looked at Remi's hands. "What are you making? You do know there is already a baker in town, yes? Are you trying to overtake her?"
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
