[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" Ignorant of Amalia's new racial changes, the raccoon rolls onto its side and suddenly shifts into the familiar form of the alchemist. Resting one hand against a curly head that is sporting a crown Phoebe made for him earlier, he flashes the baker a sunny smile. "A scoundrel? " He repeats as if offended, though quickly the expression of polite disdain melts away into one of boyish mischief. Aoife, uninterested in Remi as a human at this moment, instead makes grabby-hands towards Amalia to be picked up. "We had some of your cakes earlier." Remi mentioned, nodding his head to where bits of icing clung to Aoife's chubby cheeks.