ISLA
Isla nods with understanding, knowing perhaps better than many others how Remi's family life has been a bumpy thing to navigate. But clearly for all those hardships, Flora and Mateo had grown to be wonderful people, and had given their blessing in the end for that family to continue growing. She reaches across the table to clasp his hand in return, squeezing back and looking up at the beach umbrella above them as if to persuade the tears burning in her eyes to stay there. "You are very welcome," she says through a laugh. "And you can just keep coming to tea with me, if that's alright. That would be more than enough."
Speaking of which, she sits back for the server to place down their drinks, and as Remi enjoys his iced tea Isla pours her own, stirring in a generous swirl of honey. "Gods, the cows?" Grinning girlishly at that, Isla raises her eyebrows and lifts her cup to her lips. "It might be easier in many ways," she tells him after a sip, "but I have never felt at risk of being stampeded, put it that way. Still, if there is anything I can do for you, just say the word. Even if it's just to babysit your little sprout while you get things done."
Speaking of which, she sits back for the server to place down their drinks, and as Remi enjoys his iced tea Isla pours her own, stirring in a generous swirl of honey. "Gods, the cows?" Grinning girlishly at that, Isla raises her eyebrows and lifts her cup to her lips. "It might be easier in many ways," she tells him after a sip, "but I have never felt at risk of being stampeded, put it that way. Still, if there is anything I can do for you, just say the word. Even if it's just to babysit your little sprout while you get things done."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
