i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Ronin, your baron is showing again." The alchemist playfully reprimands. Yes there are loads of boxes expected, but no they aren't scheduled to be delivered; the alchemist will go and get them himself. He can likely even shift and pull the wagon, if that's what it takes.
Raising a brow at the basket and assuming it was from Amalia, as he picks it up, he frowns to see the Order's emblem branded onto the ribbon that keeps the cellophane-like material together. "I can only imagine what this is." He all but grumbles, before nodding toward the door in a gesture that both says, no you open it, as well as yes to breakfast.
"Just so long as there aren't any sausage jokes." He adds, voice flat and stomach in fluttery knots.
Raising a brow at the basket and assuming it was from Amalia, as he picks it up, he frowns to see the Order's emblem branded onto the ribbon that keeps the cellophane-like material together. "I can only imagine what this is." He all but grumbles, before nodding toward the door in a gesture that both says, no you open it, as well as yes to breakfast.
"Just so long as there aren't any sausage jokes." He adds, voice flat and stomach in fluttery knots.
THE
ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
