Georgia's Delivery Service

R E M I The little bell over Georgia's head would tinkle and chime happily as she pulled the door opening, alerting the alchemist within to the presence of someone. "Just a moment!" Remi called from somewhere in the back of the shop. When Georgia entered she would find the shop homey if not slightly crowded. There were rows upon rows of shelves that were filled with all matter if mismatched creations and experiments. The air smelled faintly of peppermint—turned out you could throw a few sticks of peppermint bark into the fire for ambiance— and the light and heat from the roaring fireplace made the entire atmosphere a good deal more inviting than the snowstorm outside. Poking his head out, Remi's smile was immediate and easy as he saw the familiar redhead. "Georgia!" He called happily, wiping his hands off on a rag and moving out from behind the counter to greet her. "Please, come by the fire to warm yourself."