Semi-charmed kind of life

Watching with surprise and delight, Remi reached out to rap against the door. Rather than bouncing about in the hinges as it just had, it received the reverberations solidly and remained where it was. Grabbing the newly-attached door knob, the alchemist gave it a twist, pulling and pushing it open and feeling the latch catch quite definitely inside of the jam. Turning towards Kalt, the alchemist offered him a sunny smile. "I cannot thank you enough. If I may...what sort of magic is that?" Tilting his head slightly, Remi couldn't help but feeling as though he was overstepping; the hangover of magic not being for commoners and all that, as if mere knowledge was banned from him as well. Opening the door fully, Remi gestured for Kalt to come in. "Please come in. I do not have much to offer as a way to pay you, but anything you find inside is yours." Entering, Kalt would find the shop a cozy mixture of clutter and half-finished projects in various states of assembly. Given Remi's new powers he found that testing the limits of his abilities left him exhausted, and so there were far more incomplete creations than he would have liked. Kalt would see a number of liquors that had been made, various things made out of gears that appeared to be mechanisms for movement, a collection of snow-moss and some gelatine, and a sword. Everything else was far too obscure to really be identifiable. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence