"Really?" Jigano asked, genuinely surprised. "I'll keep that in mind. I feel like we can definitely improve on that. I'll add it to my list of things to research," he decided with a playful grin. Gods most fortunate, but Edy was a balm for his weary heart. Finding weird compliments for her would be a delight amidst the seriousness of everything else on his plate at the moment.
The comparison to Remi had him snorting, however, not even pretending to be graceful as he continued ambling in the direction the compass led them. "You may be right," he conceded. "Though the local gods seem to be enamored with him, which might be why. The question is, am I willing to pay the cost they'll charge for it?" He shrugged philosophically, deftly stepping over a tumbling Isuma as she reep!ed with delight and flipped back onto her legs to bound after Bobi once more.
"Die? When you can just burn the wrinkles away?" he continued to tease his friend. The sudden frown caught him by surprise, however, and he snorted right back at her in a perfect mimicry of her own disdain. "Everyone's a critic," he told Bobi mournfully before gathering his dignity about him and pretending to straighten his collar before sweeping Edy his very best royal courtier's bow. "Very well then, I shall refer to you as the Rathskeller's duchess of drunkeness, our most brilliant baroness of the bar and queen of cocktails, legendary for your fire, fornicating, and flammable liquids." He rose with a cheeky wink, tossing the compass back to her almost as an afterthought. "Though you'll always be my favorite Mistress of the Flames to me!"
The comparison to Remi had him snorting, however, not even pretending to be graceful as he continued ambling in the direction the compass led them. "You may be right," he conceded. "Though the local gods seem to be enamored with him, which might be why. The question is, am I willing to pay the cost they'll charge for it?" He shrugged philosophically, deftly stepping over a tumbling Isuma as she reep!ed with delight and flipped back onto her legs to bound after Bobi once more.
"Die? When you can just burn the wrinkles away?" he continued to tease his friend. The sudden frown caught him by surprise, however, and he snorted right back at her in a perfect mimicry of her own disdain. "Everyone's a critic," he told Bobi mournfully before gathering his dignity about him and pretending to straighten his collar before sweeping Edy his very best royal courtier's bow. "Very well then, I shall refer to you as the Rathskeller's duchess of drunkeness, our most brilliant baroness of the bar and queen of cocktails, legendary for your fire, fornicating, and flammable liquids." He rose with a cheeky wink, tossing the compass back to her almost as an afterthought. "Though you'll always be my favorite Mistress of the Flames to me!"
