InsaneJournal

Remy had been back in this world for a couple months, and was often bouncing between Guildhall and Lulu's home in Sweden. He considered himself every sort of lucky that she cared for him, that she let him spend so much time with her, so when he suggested that they move in together so casually the day before, Remy surprised himself. For all his shortcomings, he actually was rather proud of himself when such a casual, yet completely life-altering suggestion rolled off his mind and onto the message.

But he figured this sort of thing couldn't go without acknowledgement. He spent a little longer getting to Lulu's to gather up a few things, including a pricey bottle of wine, a hot, picnic-packed meal, and a nice gingham blanket. Before taking that last foot of the journey from Guildhall to the inaptly named cabin, he gave Henn and Cassidy a call, asking if they could babysit the kids for the evening, and they said they could. He rode up to the cabin on his bike and killed the engine, picking up the picnic basket - blanket rolled up and tucked into its handles - before slipping up to the door and quietly moving in through it. To be promptly greeted by the large chocolate lab. He set the basket down and crouched to pet Chocomilk, scratching behind his ears and speaking in fluid, rapidfire Creole to the dog. "An' is bellechere here?" He'd hoped that the kids hadn't arrived to pick up the youngsters yet.