Remi smiled and Sam relaxed. Flying did sound fun, but he was a little scared of it and from reading his diaries, believed he had done it before. Even though he didn't remember it, Sam thought he might like to have an entirely new experience for the both of them. Creating something from nothing felt...terrifying, almost like too much power for him to hold in his pale, shaking hands; he hardly knew what he would make anyway.
"Hm. Perhaps...since you say I have not done it before, and it does sound rather fun...I shall be a raccoon. We...or if you don't want to come I suppose just me.." The tone of his voice implied very much Sam would like Remi's company. "Could go to the woods and just...try being a raccoon. What a bizarre idea." He still found himself giggling over it as he spoke.
"Though I don't know how you just....do it. I'm sure you taught me before but...can you show me again?"
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
