home is wherever I'm with you

“That’s what I'm calling it.” Ronin beamed. With his arms full of Aoife he was in no position to muse on their respective upbringings, and instead he pretended at coy flattery in response to his husband’s compliments. “Be that as it may, it’s a little too sticky to want to wear for long.” So saying, he eagerly allowed the alchemist to lean in and kiss away some of the raspberry. Aoife squealed her joy at this display, holding up pink hands for kisses as well. “Back to this wagon of ours,” Ronin said, “I imagine you’ll be constructing it using magic, so there’s little you’ll need from me other than for me to dab your brow and cheer you on.” He smirked. “But I’d still like to contribute, if it’s all the same. Just let me know what I can do.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression