[PQ] deep roots are not reached by the frost

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

Once, Remi would have flushed with rising bashfulness to be winked at by a man. Now however he merely offered Amun a roguish grin as he shook his head. "I certainly hope you do not mean me." He chuckled, trotting down the stairs. The nickname made him pause for a second, before shrugging. He'd been called worse and to Amun's credit (despite this being Remi's house the ascended was in), he probably didn't know the alchemist's name. "Remi." He corrected with a glance over his shoulder.

"Salt?" Remi crinkled his nose. Had he known Amun was an ascended he might have made a joke about taste. Instead he shook his head again. "For some, sure. But I quite hate the taste of salt, if I am honest." Which he normally was.

Instead, Remi set about using a more natural method of preservation. An organic seal, not unlike the ring on certain fruits, began to cover everything. In other places a bees-wax like substance was also applied. "Ronin has an ice dragon. I will have her come down and coat everything in ice as well. That should help."

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Remi coats everything in basically orange peels and beeswax and will have Sugar frost it later ;)

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