Arms deep in a wishing well

Remi recognized the voice instantly. Rather than adding to his frustration, the sound of it made Remi break out into a rather maniacal sort of chuckle. Of course it was Jigano. Who else would appear when Remi was in the middle of a very youthful sort of tantrum after having post the most valuable possession he'd ever been given? A possession that in the wrong hands might even be dangerous? "Yes Jigano. I am in here—" Remi called out, his laughter fading away slightly as he straightened. He'd conjured a dustpan and broom to sweep up the glass, but now waited for the bard to appear, with a sunny but reserved smile on his face. The alchemist looked utterly exhausted. Despite Sam's efforts to try and let him sleep, the ascended must have forgotten how long it took people to recharge. That, or the continued presence of drama in their lives was sapping much more of the alchemist's energy than he'd realized. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?