The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned "Have I not offered you any stars yet?" The alchemist wondered, a bright smile spreading across his face. "They are my speciality, actually." He added, reaching awkwardly into a pocket and producing a handful of small stars. As she laces her arm through his, he lets his palm drift across his body to offer the small smattering of stars. "If you leave them in the light, they will glow when it is dark." He hums, laughing as she mentions that all the breakable items have already been destroyed. Remi too can feel the sunlight, sighing happily at the warmth as Amalia steps away. Grinning up at the sky, the alchemist shrugs. "What kind of bakery does not have a staff-holder?" He asks teasingly as she directs him towards the blanket. Frowning softly as she explains, the alchemist bites the inside of his cheek as he listens. He too had been there when they found the Voice, only his journey through with Sam had been positively unremarkable compared to what the "right-tunnel-team" had gone through. "I can mend the broken staff for you, if you like." He offers, leaning down onto his side slightly and letting his fingers part the grasses around them. "Or perhaps I can make your new staff more durable, so that it does not meet the same fate?"