He nodded at the explanation, glancing from the picture back to her. The red was nice, but so was the brown and white, and he smiled. "I like 'em both. But I definitely understand wanting to make a fresh start."
Chuckling, Remy raised an eyebrow over his mug. The professor definitely did have his hands in all kinds of things that Remy was sure neither of them even knew about. Fate was all fine and dandy, and he definitely agreed with it to some degree, but he was also a fan of mixing things up and trying to throw fate for a loop. "Well, I got a habit of takin' things that aren't supposed to be mine anyway. So who knows."
"No, no... night we met, you told me to try the poppers. That was solid advice." He smiled and sat the tea down on the table with a shrug. "Dunno if you noticed, but I got this constant case of red eye. Had it since I was born. Wasn't really hard to figure it out from there."
"Rest of it... weren't really that memorable. Made some things explode accidentally when I was probably about thirteen. Worked out how to make 'em only do it when I wanted them to." It wasn't nearly as dramatic as some of the other stories he'd heard from people, but he liked it better that way. The dramatic version would have most likely involved full scale destruction and potentially death, and that wouldn't have been worth having the story to tell.