we're always running scared but holding knives
"Alright, fine. You can be an expert at rocks, but if anyone asks why, I'm telling them it's because you have so much in common with them," Isla says with a playful roll of her eyes, surrendering a few rocks and gemstones to Remi when she can be sure they aren't going to simply crack to nothing in his heat. It's still a strange sensation, to reach into the flames that make up her friend, and if Isla uses her fire manipulation to tease at them a bit, so be it.
"Well, ash and charcoal are good for gut health, and they are good for calming inflammation too. Though I suppose I'd choose some peppermint or ginger given the choice." And not having dark teeth - or bowel movements, thank you so much Remi. "And perhaps they aren't. I suppose I'll just have to make a nuisance of myself around you a lot from now on to make up for i-- hey!"
Isla's (clumsy if not sincere) attempt to tell Remi she wants to spend more time with him is disrupted by his hard knuckles rapping against her (wooden, apparently) skull, and she gives him an elbow in the ribs for good measure. "Well if that's the case, I think I've got everything I need, here. Shall we keep going?"
"Well, ash and charcoal are good for gut health, and they are good for calming inflammation too. Though I suppose I'd choose some peppermint or ginger given the choice." And not having dark teeth - or bowel movements, thank you so much Remi. "And perhaps they aren't. I suppose I'll just have to make a nuisance of myself around you a lot from now on to make up for i-- hey!"
Isla's (clumsy if not sincere) attempt to tell Remi she wants to spend more time with him is disrupted by his hard knuckles rapping against her (wooden, apparently) skull, and she gives him an elbow in the ribs for good measure. "Well if that's the case, I think I've got everything I need, here. Shall we keep going?"
Isla
