Why is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?

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Remi nodded easily in response to the clarification about his shape, the strains of their previous discussion lost amidst the roaring melody of these new strange times he found himself in.

Pondering, Remi found himself chewing his lip in agreement. Yes, the trees outside likely were much larger, though he'd never seen one within for a reference point anyways. Having never tapped a tree before, the alchemist nodded a bit distantly as he tried to reconcile this new information with the plan already taking shape in his mind. "She did not, no." Remi replied with a sheepish grin, the implication being and I did not think to ask, either.

Looking rather surprised, perhaps thinking that Jigano would rather do everything the hard way than to ever ask for Remi's help, the bard did just that. The mention of the feather had Remi nodding with immediate understanding. "Ahh, yes. Rory had one as well that I made a sort of case for. Have you seen that?" He asked easily, his tone and expression one of scientific curiosity, rather than any attempt to probe into whatever was or wasn't happening between his friend and the bard. "I could do something similar I think, unless there was a specific sort of design you had in mind?"