at the rainbow's end

My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room

"It's hard to picture." The Nightshade admits with a soft laugh, shaking her head at the image of Remi being a partier. The man that she knew and was so close with never struck her as such, but she had met him after a time where so much had already happened. More pain than she could possibly fathom. Still, she was grateful to know him at all. Even if he wasn't a party animal. "A dinner party is very different. You'll have to have him bring some of his gin. I've yet to try it." And the company would be entirely to his liking considering it would just be her and the Huntsman. Two people that he was happy to more than tolerate.

A hum of consideration pushes past her lips, head tilting to the side thoughtfully, "I imagine your usual tea sandwiches. We can't forget all the little confectionary delights, though. That's the best part." Cookies and cakes and little tarts. Ronin would have to likely eat a whole tray to be satisfied, but she was sure Edmund wouldn't mind. "Plenty to feed you, love. Even with your ridiculous appetite."

"Oh Gods!" Maeve laughs, wincing at the memory as she leans into him. "That was awful and you were so pouty then. I'd much prefer getting tossed across Caido with this version of you." Not to mention she was much better prepared for it now. "It still wasn't too bad. All things considered."

Maeve