I will pay the bill, you taste the wine

ISLA

"Oh, I remember," Isla says breezily, grinning up at Remi. "But between Torchline and the Greatwood I'd say you are definitely remembered for the latter. Wild man and all." It's not up to her, sorry Remi, and in the annals of history, the half-feral Greatwood Guardian is much more memorable over the Torchline Governor. 

Humming curiously as if to dare him to finish his sentence, to hear that boyfriend is no longer good enough for Everest has a girlish laugh spilling from her lips. "Do you think I should upgrade him to babydaddy?" she asks. "Oh, I can't wait to let him know. I'll get a mug with it printed on and everything." Because, suffice to say, she's not looking for another conversation about marriage, not when it feels like things have finally started to click properly in place for their little family.

The darkness threatening to settle in Remi is something she feels rather than sees, brows pinching together just as he clears the expression into a smile again. "That's easily solved at least," she says with a smirk. "Just get two onesies that clip together. Or one that has four feet, either way." If anyone is likely to enjoy being an octo-baby, it's a pair of inseparable twins, right?

apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood