"That's never fun. When Remy arrived, he didn' take it nearly so well as you are. Something about flying boats jus' don't sit right, yeah?" Remy totally got that.
He fished in one overly large pocket and pulled out a small bottle of water. "Maybe water more to your taste?" Hey, some people liked water.
When she asked that question, he spoke softly but with a clear Oxford accent. "Not always, just sometimes. Been a long time since anyone actually asked about that. Truth to tell, I can talk probably as well as anyone else can, in a few different languages."
He shrugged and his Cajun accent slid back in, along with a gleam in his bright red eyes as he slid his shades down to show them.
"But what fun is that, chere'? Remy aims to help, and please, and distract. Sometimes, people feel better when they can look at another and say, 'Well, at least I'm not as crazy as that Street Rat.', and who's Remy to deny them that pleasure, say?"
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He fished in one overly large pocket and pulled out a small bottle of water. "Maybe water more to your taste?" Hey, some people liked water.
When she asked that question, he spoke softly but with a clear Oxford accent. "Not always, just sometimes. Been a long time since anyone actually asked about that. Truth to tell, I can talk probably as well as anyone else can, in a few different languages."
He shrugged and his Cajun accent slid back in, along with a gleam in his bright red eyes as he slid his shades down to show them.
"But what fun is that, chere'? Remy aims to help, and please, and distract. Sometimes, people feel better when they can look at another and say, 'Well, at least I'm not as crazy as that Street Rat.', and who's Remy to deny them that pleasure, say?"