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[ratatouiller]

There is a little Parisan rat in the bar tonight.

It's been a while, but as usual, he is quite happy to see Milliways again.

He has a blank sheet of paper before him, and a pen resting beside him. He looks to be in relatively deep thought, but he is quite open to non-hostile company, regardless.

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[garbage_boy]

Non-hostile company, you say?

"Uh... hey! You're writing?" Curiously.

Oops. Now he's probably gone and ruined Remy's zen. It's just surprising is all, especially since... well, time is funny here. It's been a while.

[ratatouiller]

Remy blinks, turning his head to look up at Linguini.

"Oh - yeah. I was thinking of writing some of our recipes down," he explains, ears twitching cheerfully.

(There is a possibility he has been thinking of creating his own book.)

He doesn't seem to be too bothered by the interruption.

[garbage_boy]

"That does sound like a good idea.

Er. I didn't mean to distract you or anything. Just haven't seen you in a while."

At Milliways you tend to find yourself saying some strange-sounding things.

[ratatouiller]

He smiles. "Nah, you're not distracting me. I was just thinking about the things we've made so far - and there's a lot."

They've been quite busy at Gusteau's, though Linguini is right as well. Canon aside, "Yeah, you're right. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Oh, Milliways.