Midnight Manor kitchen, Wednesday afternoon

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had finally found the mysterious squirrel radio broadcast, and discovered that there was a young woman around here who was excited to hear about another southerner.

That was more than enough to convince him he should take the time to make a nice gumbo for the house. Admittedly, it didn't take much.

He had a pot of chicory coffee going and sipped from a mug of it as he stirred the roux. It was a little quiet in here so far (he missed arguing over spices with Jean), but he was hoping that the aromatics and seasoning would draw people in soon enough.

If not . . . well. At least gumbo froze well.

[open! APPARENTLY I CAN PLAY THIS GUY. OMG.]

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[single_man_tear]

"Something smells good," Dean said walking into the kitchen and seeing.

"Remy. You live here?"

To be fair Dean has been in and out a lot.

[knightinshinarmor]

And Remy had been mostly 'out'.

"Oui." Remy flicked him a grin. "Got the second floor all to myself so far."

[single_man_tear]

"Yeah, that's a recent addition," Dean said peering into the pot and helping himself to the coffee. "What's on the menu today?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"A classic New Orleans gumbo," Remy said proudly. "Chicken, sausage, and shrimp. Hope you're not a vegan."

[single_man_tear]

"Strictly a carnivore," Dean said taking a sip of coffee and making a face. "What happened to the coffee?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"It's chicory, homme. Your friend Lafitte teach you nothing?"

[single_man_tear]

"Benny and I went through a lot but it wasn't over a cup of coffee," Dean said taking a second sip. He shrugged and kept drinking it. "He and I mostly spent our time on the run in a dangerous plane of existence."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Limbo?" Remy guessed. He didn't think Dean meant the Limbo he'd been to (and planned to never go back to), but it was worth a shot.

[single_man_tear]

"Purgatory," Dean said just raising an eyebrow. "But where I'm from it's an afterlife for monsters where everything just hunts each other. What's Limbo for you?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Seems kinda mean for the monsters," Remy mused.

Though Creed would love it.

"Limbo's another dimension. Full of demons, magic, that kind of thing. Not my favorite."

[single_man_tear]

"Yeah, we got another resident around here who has her own experience with hell dimensions," Dean said jabbing his thumb in the direction upstairs. "And or the monsters... well they're mostly predators so preying on each other is kind of their way of life. Not my cup of coffee but I'm not a monster."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Nice you have a solid definition for them," Remy mused. "Plenty of folks back home have tried to call me and mine monsters."

[single_man_tear]

"Why is that? The eyes?" Dean asked.

[knightinshinarmor]

"Ah. Yeah. That's the most obvious part of it." Remy swapped hands stirring the roux and pulled an errant playing card from his pants pocket. He sent a gentle charge through it, just enough to make it glow, then grit his teeth faintly as it exploded with a fwoomp between his fingers.

He didn't want to accidentally injure the house with a real explosion, after all.

"That's the larger part."

[single_man_tear]

"Sooo. Close-up magic?" Dean asked. "I mean I gave my brother crap about it when he was a kid but that seems pretty severe."

[knightinshinarmor]

"L' enfant," Remy muttered. "Nothing magic about it. I'm a mutant, homme. Some of us can walk through walls, some of us can fly, I can make things go boom."

[single_man_tear]

"Ooooooh. Right, like Kitty," Dean said now nodding in understanding. "That I've heard about. You met Illyana yet? She's one of the kids upstairs. She and Kitty know each other from different timelines or alternate realities. Yeah, that probably freak people back where I'm from but not hunters. Unless you're trying to eat or kill someone you're not going to get a problem from me."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Prefer to stick with eating things caught at the grocery store, me," Remy assured him. "And, uh. Yeah. I know Illyana. An Illyana. Know a Kitty, too, but not the one working the bar here. Guess this is a popular spot for every timeline."

[single_man_tear]

"Yeah. Timelines are weird here. Apparently there's one or two versions of me that were here before I was," Dean said with a nod. "And apparently another version of my Dad married the principal at the school. It shouldn't weird me out as I know there's other versions of me. Including a preppy version that drives a Fiat."

That last word sounded like it was filthy dirty word.

[knightinshinarmor]

". . . You have a problem with European cars?"

That was clearly the important part of Dean's statement, yes.

[single_man_tear]

"I have a problem with a version of me driving a European car," Dean said with a shudder. "It's just wrong!"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Pourquoi?" Remy was sensing some good grounds for teasing here. "Fiat's a fine car. You prefer . . . Hondas?"

He was pretty sure that Dean would not prefer a Honda, no.

[single_man_tear]

Dean choked on the coffee again. "No."

Damn it, Remy.

"I own my Dad's car. 67 Impala. It's pretty much the only thing I have from my family these days."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Ah." Remy nodded seriously. "I used to ride a Harley, myself. Definitely didn't live the kind of life where anyone could pass down a nice vehicle, though. You're lucky, oui?"

[single_man_tear]

"Yeah. Lucky," Dean said, "Really my life was on the road with my brother for the most part. And my dad. That car was the only thing we could call home most of the time."

Dean frowned for a second and shrugged it off. "So you're a motorcycle guy, then?"