shipwrecks

remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours "Mmmhmm." The alchemist agrees, also on his hands and knees beside his son. "Just so." Using his considerable strength, Remi has been crushing various nuts with his bare fingers and leaving them in a pile for Mateo to smash mix into a powder. Licking the end of one finger, Remi deposits it into his son'd bowl, only to smear the resulting mixture onto his white shirt. The colour was like that of a camel, which made the alchemist narrow his eyes ever so slightly. "Well, I think the colour needs a bit more warmth. What about you?" A few pink flowers should warm the tone up considerably. "Dopodiché, dovremo trovare dell'olio." Remi replies, saying the worlds slowly and carefully annunciated that Mateo might be able to glean the meaning of olio.