[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

Remi glanced up at Ronin and nodded with a crooked smile, before turning back to Aoife. "Told you." He whispered with a wink, before rising and glancing around. Waiting until Ronin was out of the room, Remi began to slowly work on creating the linens for Vanya. It was a relatively simple task of course, but he'd pour ever ounce of concentration he had into making it perfect. Closing his eyes, Remi thought of the sea. It had been a while since he'd seen, but after a few moments he could recall. He saw the Siren's Call gently rising and flowing a few hundred feet from shore, the way the waves seemed to reflect the sunlight in an array of colour. He couldn't imbue the cloth with the brine or the power of the waves, but he did his best to represent it as best he could. He was no Delphine, but by the time he opened his eyes and looked at the swath of linen before him, he thought that even someone who had been on the ocean their whole life as Vanya had, would be suitably impressed. Given his magical abilities when it came to earth, Remi decided to tackle the unpleasant task of cleaning up after Sugar. Frozen though her shits might be, that did not make his task any more pleasant. Opening a window (and making sure that Aoife was close to the fire so as not to catch a chill), Remi used both magic and might to thrust shovel after shovel full of poop outside. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me