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[thiefprinceremy]

Some time during the afternoon, two completely different people, upon noticing that the bar had been unmanned for quite some time, came to the exact same conclusion and had the exact same solution

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia was thinking.

And thinking and thinking and thinking.

And all of that thinking made her realize that she wouldn't mind a drink right about now.

So there's a still glum but not as glum as before Guildmaster approaching the bar.

"Any drink on fire?" she reads.

The fact that there's a little bit of amusement in her voice, even if it's only a tiny trace, is a good sign.

"What do you recommend?"

[thiefprinceremy]

That was, surprisingly, not a question Remy had been expecting, and as such he asked: "Well, d'you prefer somethin' sweet or somethin' spicy?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Something sweet."

A soft sigh, one that might be hard to catch.

"Have anything to serve as a nepenthe?"

Teacher + depressing mood + poetry books = expanded vocabulary.

[thiefprinceremy]

Surprisingly enough, that was one of the few vocabulary words that Remy actually knew.

He smiled, "T'ink I've got just t'thing." It was only a moment's work to mix and torch the shot, letting it burn for a moment before blowing it out and setting it in front of her, "Flamin' Confed'rate."

[gorgonfondness]

She drinks the shot and seems to like it.

"I'd like another, but this time, I'll set it on fire."

[thiefprinceremy]

His brow arched, just slightly, but he nodded, "Sure t'ing petit." He said, mixing another and setting it carefully in front of her, curious now to see how she'd do it.

[gorgonfondness]

She puts her hands over the glass, and over the rim he can probably see her fingers pulling.

When she takes them away, a small fire flower is burning bright in the top of the glass before she blows it out.

"I think he'll like that," she murmurs before picking it up to drink.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy was suitably impressed, and he smiled, giving her a small, quiet round of applause, "S'pretty impressive righ' t'ere petit."

[gorgonfondness]

10 points for Remy.

He got her to smile genuinely, if sheepishly.

"Thank you, sir."

She drinks it down.

"Do you mind if I ask how to make these? I have an idea and they might fit in quite well."

[thiefprinceremy]

"Don' mind at all." He said, giving her a wink, "S'not like a magician an' not sharin' tricks. S'far as I'm concerned everybody shoul' know how t'make a couple drinks a'least."

And then, pouring another so she could see:

"S'mostly godiva liqueur." he said with a shrug, "And jus' nough grenadine f'flavor and 'nough rum on top t'burn."

[gorgonfondness]

"I've no problems with teaching. In fact, it's my job."

She's not run into a magician of the other sort yet.

"Yes, I think this would be lovely to have for what I'm planning."

She makes another fire flower, this time away from the glass so that Remy can better see her shaping the tongues of flame before setting it in the drink.

[thiefprinceremy]

He nodded, "Back home magicians are all prestidigitation an' no real substance, slight've hand and everythin'. Don' let people know how it works." A nod towards the flower, "T'real stuff's harder. Don' know that anyone back home's got it."

[gorgonfondness]

She blows the flower out and looks at the drink.

"I've lived in a city full of it pretty much all of my life. The place fits my fiancé like a glove."

A look to her left hand, where her ring is still gone.

"Well, I suppose he was my fiancé until I threw the ring at his head. I hope he can forgive me."

And she drinks.

She could use it.

[thiefprinceremy]

He winced at that, just slightly, nodding and leaning against the bar, "Bit've advice, jus' because s'somethin' I've got a bit've experience wit'. Not 'zactly t'same, but close. If y't'ink it's salvagable, if y'want t'save it. Go do it. Don' wait until s'too late an' people've moved on."

A small, wry smile, "An' don' go spendin' th'rest've y'life hangin' around a bar at t'end of t'universe."

[gorgonfondness]

She nods firmly.

"I do, and hopefully what I'm doing here is making progress. When we fought, he said he didn't know why he did anything if it goes unappreciated, so I'm trying to figure out a way to show him that I do."

A wry smile of her own.

"I can't help but love the git."

[thiefprinceremy]

He huffed a laugh at that, shaking his head, "Got no doubt m'ex wife said t'same thing 'bout me."

He shrugged, "But I was t'moron who ran off when t'ings got rough, and she moved on. S'probably t'best decision she ever made, honestly."