shipwrecks

remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours Snorting and bobbing his head in agreement—he absolutely felt old, no matter how many trips around the sun he'd actually taken—he offers his son a shrug. "If I am old now, I wonder what you will think of me when you are my age. Ancient, I suppose." And gods willing, that would be an eventuality that came to pass. Perhaps you, reader, have noticed where Remi has gone wrong, but he hasn't yet. Furrowing his brow, the alchemist tilts his head to the side and gives Mateo a look. "It will take longer to paint our entire houseboat than it will to build a smaller model of it." He replies, still thinking Mateo had meant to paint their actual houseboat. "Well...yes, I should think so. Safrin does not seem like the type who wants IOUs." Remi's smile remains where it is, though the muscles that are keeping it there suddenly have to do more work as Mateo mentions the Spyglass and the doctor. "Oh, so he's..." He really is Finn's son. But how? "...wasn't he just a baby a few months ago?" Remi wonders, as if this is information Mateo should somehow have.