this ain't for the best

& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

Beneath the table Remi couldn't see the frenetic movements of Loren's foot, but he could hear it well enough. Even so, he said nothing. The alchemist had his own fair share of restless ticks and he'd not malign someone else for theirs. "What does that mean?"

Raising a brow with amusement to hear Loren's suggestions, the alchemist remained humbly silent as the man across from him spoke and vaguely gestured out his idea. Biting at the inside of his lip, Remi nodded. The summoner's ideas weren't bad necessarily, but they were certainly not as elegant as the ones the alchemist had in mind. That largely had to do with the differences in their skill sets of course, but it made Remi inwardly chuckle just the same. "Only sort of." He replied with a gently rocking of his head back and forth. "Transmutation has to keep the same...kind, or essence of the thing. If the initial design is too far off, I will not be able to change it." Tapping at the book, Remi did some quick calculations. "I think it will take nearly all of my creation magic for this season to design the sort of wagon I am thinking of." Which meant the margin for error was quite low.

Ignoring this, Remi gave Loren a curious look for a moment, his gaze quite unreadable. Though his sea-bright eyes were kind and without much emotion, something about what the summoner had said halted the smile on his lips. "Ah." He said distractedly after a moment. "Well that sounds..helpful, just the same." Remi conceeded after another breath.