Remi hadn't felt so light and buoyant in what seemed like years. In reality, it had been about a year, if not longer. A year nearly that they'd been in Caido, but even before that things had been...strange for the alchemist. Now though after death and change and so much loss, Remi once again felt like himself, perhaps moreso with Ianto's hand easily slipped into his.
"I suppose I should not be surprised that basket weaving is one of your many talents." Remi said with a laugh. He could create a basket for himself out of thin air, but the novelty of his magic had long since worn off, and the alchemist yearned to do something with his hands (and while yes, that was a blatant innuendo, since he wasn't able to constantly have his hands all over the fox, he needed to keep them busy with other things).
"Oh?" Remi replied, narrowing his eyes and pretending to scrutinize the riverbank. "You are sure? Here?" Though given the folly of what they were doing Remi didn't actually think the location mattered much (wrong), but also this spot—adorned with rainbows and the warm bubbling of the Stonesong—was too perfect for him to not poke fun at.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
