[RE] it’s been a while, my friends

R E M I We’ll skip over the improbable bits of narrative that bring Remi precisely into the fields at the precise moment that the merchant shows himself. No use making it out to be more than it is, and of course, it isn’t the interesting bit anyhow. Nor is how he arrives, what he wears, or near anything else save for the wide joyful smile that deepens Remi’s dimples and makes his eyes shine with eager and unfettered happiness to see the fox again. “You—” He says scoldingly, projecting a mental care-bear like beam of boyish mischief towards his follow shape changer, knowing that there is little time for small talk before the hoards arrive. “—are a welcome sight.” The alchemist adds, his eager delight making his voice more buoyant than normal. With a glance at the fox’s wares accompanied by a raised and skeptical eyebrow, Remi merely leans against the wagon. He doesn’t ask where the fox has been or how long he’ll be staying; there isn’t time, nor do the answers matter in any important way just now. Instead he simply basks in his friend’s easy presence, before glancing towards the carpet. Perhaps he could make it raise before Ronin and tell his husband he’d found them a flying carpet rather than a magical wagon. Though knowing Ianto, the carpet would likely just always keep itself rolled up or some such nonsense. “I happen to be building my own wagon, which you’d know, had you deigned to answer my many, many calls. I happen to think that carpet would look rather good inside. And it would make a good apology for having been away for so long, and a condolence for my house having burned down.” Remi doesn’t offer Ianto anything for the carpet, but instead thinks Ianto owes it to him as an apology :D