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[thiefprinceremy]

Guess who was still around? Yeah, no surprise there. He was done watching the window at least

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[dwarven_doodad]

And there is a strange looking short guy, with a cooking pot on his head, at Remy's table, holding a bunch of flowers.

Paying rapt attention as Remy moves the cards across the table.

"Oooooo."

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked, arching a brow. It was a fairly typical Bristol Fans setup, four fans on the table, but the method of adding and taking cards away was difficult to spot at first.

[dwarven_doodad]

"Oooo."

Pikel being the curious sort reaches across the table and picks up a card turning it over in his hand as he inspects it.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy's brow arched, just a little, sitting back in his seat and studying Pikel a moment, "Evenin' mon ami. Somet'in' I can help y'with?"

[dwarven_doodad]

"Eh?"

Pikel looks from the card to Remy and then smiles sheepishly as he realizes what he just did.

"He he he."

As he places the card on the pile, he smiles, a smile reaching to his ears.

"Oo Oi."

The tone behind it should reflect its meaning.

Hello.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy smirked, just a little, couldn't help it really, "Evenin'." This was, perhaps, the oddest conversation he'd had since arriving.

[dwarven_doodad]

Pikel jumps back from the table and dramatically presents a yelllow rose from behind his back, holding the rose out for Remy.

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked once more, brow arching, but he accepted the rose all the same, "... Merci."