[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" "Oh well, if you think a raccoon is impressive—" Remi says with a mischievious grin. Rolling onto his back his body becomes golden and his head wreathed in an impressive sun of tawny hair. Stretching out a long limb he paws playfully at Aoife's face. This being one of her favourite of his shifts, she claps her hands unsteadily, shrieking her praise. Shifting back and placing his arms behind his head, he glances at Amalia upside down with a snort. "Sorcery mmm? I am not sure about that, but then again I am no good with names. If you left it to me I would probably call it, Amalia and Remi's - We make things!" He said with a boyish laugh. Just as Amalia thought, Aoife's saliva quickly broke the bread down into pieces she could hungrily chew and soon the roll was gone. With an impatient flapping of her arms she reached out to tug at the baker's dress, assuming this was how she was to go about getting more.