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remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours "Oh will you?" Remi wonders, raising his brows. "What type of plants will you keep there, do you think? Ones that require you to shower a lot to keep them watered?" Were Remi to do as Mateo was suggesting, he'd likely pick succulents that didn't require much attention or watering. And by that he meant bathing. Smirking, though finding being called a big old lion quite endearing, the alchemist shrugs. "Some lions do go grey, but most die before reaching old age so I am really not sure. I suppose we will just have to wait and see, mm?" Raising one of his palms and letting it rebound off of his forehead, Remi gasps with surprise. "Ah, un pittura! Pensavo volessi dipingere la nostra vera casa galleggiante per lei." The words sing from Remi's lips, made all the more musical by his laughter. "A painting of our houseboat will be lovely." He agrees. "With as many stars as you think. I trust your eye." Exhaling such that his cheeks puffed out slightly, Remi shakes his head quite quickly in response. "No, no. That is alright. Just...just as long as his parents are okay with him coming here. He will ask them, yes?" The very last thing Remi needed was an angry Finn on his hands, and not just because some part of him would secretly like it.