Aoife cackled happily at the musical lilt of Ianto's voice, flapping her arms against Remi's grasp of her. Strolling into the kitchen, Remi took a seat at the table. Setting Aoife on one knee and idly bouncing it, he flashed the fox a grin. "Oh, he cooks too. Is there anything you cannot do?"
A rumble from Sugar's stomach halted Remi's flirtatious commentary. "The meat you will find in the cold box just there, compliments of Sugar." The alchemist said, gesturing towards what might be called a refrigerator in another place and time, but was really just a stone box that the dragonling blew frost into and onto every now and then to keep things frosty.
A rumble from Sugar's stomach halted Remi's flirtatious commentary. "The meat you will find in the cold box just there, compliments of Sugar." The alchemist said, gesturing towards what might be called a refrigerator in another place and time, but was really just a stone box that the dragonling blew frost into and onto every now and then to keep things frosty.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
