home is wherever I'm with you

A little hand reaching into his sock was unexpected to say the least, Ronin flinching in surprise until he looked down and caught his daughter scribbling happily away. Content, now, that he wasn’t being attacked by ankle biting monsters (yet), his attention moved back to the sketch Remi had made. To see his husband so shy and excitable called back to times that Ronin thought were honestly long gone, the hunter resting his hands on Remi’s shoulders as he stood behind him, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Ah, so you would have me be a travelling slayer of wet mud, I see.” He grinned as he heard out the plans, tilting his head and seeming curious above all else. A baron, it might have been assumed that Ronin would be woefully unused to the road - and that might have been the case too, were it not for his joining the army. As it was a wagon sounded fine enough, and with Remi’s hand in it, it would likely be more comfortable than anything they’d travelled in previously. More than anything, though - to hear Remi speak with such fondness, Ronin was already sold on the idea, with or without the upgrades that the alchemist planned. “Bigger on the inside, huh?” He smirked. “This sounds like quite a project. What about the artisan’s guild, though?” Ronin’s was certainly disbanded, but Remi still had a place of work here. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression