The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Whisker's sprout suddenly from the upper portion of Remi's lips and cheeks as the tantalizing offering is waved beneath his nose. Growling playfully, Remi reached up to take the meal, happily licking quite leonine-lips. Placing the plate onto his stomach and folding his hands behind his head, the alchemist listens, willing Amalia's stories into bright colour inside of his mind. He hardly notices that any time has passed at all until a shiver from the lack of sun ripples across his skin. "As you should. Aoife would be glad to see you again." He says with a warm laugh. "Though at the guild there is an insatiable dragonling constantly demanding food, so you will have to prepare yourself for that." Remi adds, crinkling his nose with boyish amusement. Her hug is sweet and welcome, Remi's arms easily wrapping around her to enfold her against him. There is nothing wandering or wanting in the embrace from either side, and it is for this reason that the alchemist sighs so happily into it. His cheeks flush with a familial sort of contentment, smile growing lopsided as her kiss cools against his skin. Drawing the hand in his to his lips, he gently returns her gesture with a kiss of his own, closing his eyes and sighing to himself. "You will always have one in me." He vows softly, his accent doing little to hide the genuine emotion in his voice. Goodbyes said, the alchemist leaves the baker's home with a lightness and warmth that swells in contrast to the setting sun and cool evening air. ~FIN <3