"Mm, and what things you invent. No dick fireworks though, as far as I recall." Then again, perhaps Remi just hadn't turned his hand to making phallic celebratory devices yet. Either way, Ianto was very curious (and maybe a tiny bit impatient) to find out what the other man would be supplying his wagon with in exchange for the fireworks.
Snorting and waving Remi off, Ianto leant back on his hands to bask in the heat and the light of the flames, closing his eyes. "The pictures are harder than the words," he protested. "Tell a good story and people will make up the pictures in their own heads. Are you an illustrator? Maybe you can help me out." He grinned, cracking an eye back open to look at Remi.
"Fingers crossed the gods keep their noses out of your business from here on out," he agreed heartily.
Snorting and waving Remi off, Ianto leant back on his hands to bask in the heat and the light of the flames, closing his eyes. "The pictures are harder than the words," he protested. "Tell a good story and people will make up the pictures in their own heads. Are you an illustrator? Maybe you can help me out." He grinned, cracking an eye back open to look at Remi.
"Fingers crossed the gods keep their noses out of your business from here on out," he agreed heartily.
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