home is wherever I'm with you

Whilst very intrigued about what these other things might entail, Ronin knew better to wait until little ears were out of range. (‘Little ears’, of course, meaning the toddler with her hand currently stuffed down his sock). The hunter wasn’t particularly bothered about the time aspect - heck, right now he was just pleased to see Remi excited about something, with some of the darkness lifted from his mind, even if it was only temporary. If making a wagon for them to potentially travel the world in - portals be damned, they’d find a way - made him happy, then that was what they would do. Hearing the alchemist out about the artisan’s guild, Ronin leant in and pressed a kiss against the top of Remi’s head. “Then leave it behind, or put someone else in charge of it. That’s something we ought to agree on - no more people asking you for things. Or at least not so regularly that it feels like a chore.” Giving his husband a gentle nudge and letting his hands slip from his shoulders, Ronin admired the sketches anew. “Personally, as long as it’s resistant to fire, I’ll be more than happy with it.” He chuckled - no need for it to end up the way of the guildhall. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression