[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" Aoife cackles her agreement, multiple chins forming below her gums as she tilts her head back as if heavy with joy. Her fingers clutch for Amalia's hair, her other hand pressing against the baker's lips as if to feel the hum of her words. "You look lovely." Remi notes with an easy smile. Perhaps it is because he is able to look upon Amalia without taking in the traits of her other men might—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her thighs, the tightening of her waist—that his compliment somehow seems more genuine. At the offering of the bread Aoife does what most children do, and immediately stuffs it into her mouth. "I do not think I have ever tasted anything so full of flavour before. And so fluffy!" He places a hand over his heart and sighs wistfully. "I fear I will never want to leave your bakery after this."