[PQ] [SE] plant yourselves right here

R E M I Who are you and what have you done with my husband? Remi wonders, just as mischievously as his husband. It is never not near lunchtime with you. Unless of course it's near dinner or breakfast. Fluttering off of Ronin's shoulder, the hawk lands on one of the shovels and pretends to try and lift it with his talons. He probably could have summoned the strength to do it if he'd really wanted to, but this was merely for show. Eventually, with a trill, the alchemist shifts back into his regular body, fixing his husband with a crooked grin. "A new season, new holes to dig. I should not be surprised that this was your errand." The Lullaby remarks dryly, lifting his shovel with a practiced ease and sliding it into the soil.