Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	It's been a long week, and so with no Sabertooth, Sentinals, or Evil baby clones of the X-Men gfrom alternate universes attacking, Remy and Riana could have a nice weekend in. dinner was prepared, burnt, fed to Jack, and ordered from the Chinese place they both like. And now they are snuggling on the sofa, sharing silly things that pop up on their phones. "Okay here an interesting quiz, Yah do me den Ah'll do yah." He says with a wicked tone in his voice.
Riana Mackenzie	With the only thing attacking anything else being Jack and his supper dish, filled with the latest batch of Blackened Cajun Chicken (read "burnt to a crisp" here), it was time for a little -innocent- fun. However, Riana's eyebrows flick upwards as she looks over at Remy, grinning. "That sounds very personal, the way you say it," she teases him, nudging him gently in the ribs before settling in for a cuddle. "So, let's see... dawn, or dusk?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins a bit, smirking as he feigns innocence. "Ah 'ave no idea wha' yah coul' be referin' to chere." he says playfully, but smirks. "Dusk, defiantly." He looks at his own phone and grins, "Which of the followin' would you most 'ate people to call yah? Selfish, Cowardly, Ignorant, or Ordinary?"
Riana Mackenzie	"As if that's even a question," Riana scoffs, reaching up to brush an errant wisp of auburn away from Remy's hellfire eyes. Most would be scared witless to look into those eyes, but not her. Beyond the fire in their depths, lay a heart of gold--and she knew it. "Cowardly, of course. So, next question... stars, or moon...."      At just about that moment, a certain derpy, one-eyed doggo with about half his body length given over to his tail, jumps up on the couch right between the pair, his tongue lolling out as he slobbers Remy's face--with his tail right to Riana! "Jack! When I said 'moon', I didn't mean -yours-!"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau laughs a bit as he tries to get Jack to stop licking him. "Merde ! Pas en face !" he scolds the dog, playfully and reaches to push Jack's Butt down before the dog beats his love to death with it's tail. He smiles a bit and says "Stars, T'ank yah very much," as he roughs Jack's ear and tries to get him to lay flat. "Aftah yah 'ave died, what would yah like people ta do when dey hear yah name? Miss yah, but smile. Ask foh more stories of yah adventures? T'ink wit' admiration of yah achievments? Or Ah don' care what people t'ink when Ah'm dead; it's what dey t'ink while Ah'm alive dat matter?"
Riana Mackenzie	Riana opens her mouth to answer Remy's question--and instantly regrets it. Frogs have nothing on the shade her face turns, as an unholy stench wafts through the air. Her phone clatters to the coffee table, her hands flying up to cover her mouth and nose. "JACK!!!" Coughing behind her hands, her eyes watering, she is caught between laughter, coughing, and attempting to suppress her gag reflex.      And what does the aforementioned pooch do? He just sits there, wagging his tail and spreading the wealth, looking up at them with that adorably derpy expression of his.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau also gags and jumps to his feet and throws open the window... then he sticks his entire upper body out the window to breathe in the fresh poluted air of the city. That window is right above a dumpset and it's still better. "Chere de fact yah were even considering feeding me whatevah dat was makes me worried..
Riana Mackenzie	"Blackened Cajun Chicken," Riana manages, in between coughing and stumbling towards the same window which is currently Remy's salvation. There's not enough room for them both to stick their upper bodies outside, but she presses her face against the nearest glimmer of open space that permits a trickle of fresh, polluted air to clear out her lungs. "How can something so adorable make such a stinkbomb? Think we'll need a hazmat setup when we walk him? Which should probably happen REAL soon...."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau snorts a bit and backs out a bit to give her a little more room to breathe with him. "Chere, Ah've made blackened chicken a dozen times... What evah dat was... it wasn't dat." He says playfully and then just pulls himself completely on the fire escape. "So well what is it?
Riana Mackenzie	Riana takes in lungful after lungful of sweet, semi-fresh air, finally able to clear the remnants of Eau de Jack from her senses. With Remy on the fire escape, she's now the one leaning out the window, grinning a bit sheepishly at him. "Oh, it was blackened, alright. I mean, the recipe said get the cast iron skillet smoking hot..." Indeed, the remains of the poor skillet are in the sink. With water. And... soap.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau snorts slightly and grins a bit, scooting over on the stairs to give her room to come out and join him. "Ah've t'ought about gettin' yah cooking lessons yah know, but figured dat migh' qualify as a lingerie gift."
Riana Mackenzie	"Well, it could either be cooking lessons from a stranger," Riana replied, climbing out the window to join Remy on the fire escape. She chuckled, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a very sweet kiss. "...or you could show me what's what. I'd rather learn from you than from someone I didn't know from a hole in the wall."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, amused at that. "Now chere, yah know flattery will get yah everywhere." He says teasingly then pulls out his phone and shakes his head a little bit, "Now where were we?Aftah yah 'ave died, what would yah like people ta do when dey hear yah name? Miss yah, but smile. Ask foh more stories of yah adventures? T'ink wit' admiration of yah achievements? Or Ah don' care what people t'ink when Ah'm dead; it's what dey t'ink while Ah'm alive dat matter?"
Riana Mackenzie	Riana taps the end of Remy's nose, chuckling and chasing that little gesture with a kiss. "Of course I know it," she purrs. "I think I'd want people to miss me, but smile." She checks her pockets for her phone, and frowns. "Merde. Mine's inside." Taking a deep breath, she holds it and dives back through the kitchen window, heading for the living room to retrieve her phone. Thankfully, the aroma of Eau de Jack has cleared, with the offending pooch having taken up a spot on the floor near the sofa.      After a cautious sniff of the air, she calls out, "All clear in here, cher! And by the way, your question is, 'Late at night, walking alone down the street, you hear a peculiar cry that you believe to have a magical source. Do you: draw your wand and stand your ground? Proceed with caution, keeping one hand on your concealed wand and an eye out for any disturbance? Withdraw into the shadows to await developments, while mentally reviewing the most appropriate defensive and offensive spells, should trouble occur? Or draw your wand and try to discover the source of the noise?'"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins a bit, though is not in quite the hurry to return inside. "Grab de wine, it's a warm night an' we c'n avoid any repeats of de Jack perfume show." He says grinning slightly. "Proceed wit' caution." He says casually, looking to his own version of the quiz. "You enter an enchanted garden. What would you be most curious to examine first? De fat red toadstools dat appear ta be talkin' ta each ot'er, De silver leafed tree bearing golden apples, De bubbling pool wit' somet'ing luminous swirling in it's dept's or de statue of an old wizard wit' a strangly twinling eye?" he smiles a bit, apparently fairly amused by the quiz.
Riana Mackenzie	Riana soon climbs back out the window again with the bottle of wine, two glasses, and her phone in tow. It's a warm night, and a little touch of the grape was just the ticket. "I think the tree," she replies, after a moment, smiling as she uncorks the bottle, and pours each of them a glass of red, red wine. Passing Remy his glass, she's finally able to look down at her phone again. "A Muggle confronts you and says that they are sure you are a witch or wizard. Do you: agree and walk away, leaving them to wonder whether you are bluffing? Ask what makes them think so? Tell them that you are worried about their mental health, and offer to call a doctor? Or agree, and ask whether they'd like a free sample of a jinx?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins a little bit, "Oh dat's a good one. Torn between gaslighting dem or de t'reat..." he sips his wine and considers a bit more. "Worried about dare mental 'ealt' Ah t'ink, but dat one a close call." He looks down to his own phone again. "If you would invent a potion, what would the potion give you? Power Glory, Love, or wisdom... Course yah already got most of dose an beauty ta boot."
Riana Mackenzie	In the midst of taking a sip of her wine, Riana just pauses with the glass to her lips, her cheeks blossoming in lovely shades of pink. Her lips curl upwards, and she lowers her glass, giving Remy a kiss that would surely contribute to global warming. "Wisdom, I think. Then I might not foul up so much in the kitchen. Smoothie."      Riana breaks the kiss only just long enough to look down at her phone at the next question. "Ooof. Here's one for you. 'Which nightmare would frighten you most? An eye at the keyhole of the dark, windowless room in which you are locked? Waking up to find that neither your friends nor your family have any idea who you are? Standing on top of something very high and realizing suddenly that there are no hand- or footholds, nor any barrier to stop you falling? Or being forced to speak in such a silly voice that hardly anyone can understand you, and everyone laughs at you?' "
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grimaces playfully, "Yah mean 'ave one of dos 'orrible accent like people in Brooklyn?" he asks playfully, "Ah shuddah at de very t'ought." He smirks a little bit at the joke and then says as if the answer is obvious. "Not 'avin' mah family an' friends know me Ah would say. Family is everyt'ing ta someone who grew up wit'out it." He looks at his list and laughs, "Oh 'ere is a question foh a couple of Mutants... If you could have any power, which would you choose? Speak ta animals, change yah appearance at will, superstrengt', invisibility, change de past, read minds, or de ability ta cook somet'ing wit'oiut poisoning de dog?" The last part is obviously his own addition but he manages to say it with a straight face..
Riana Mackenzie	"Well, I've already got the super strength covered," Riana muses, twirling the stem of her wineglass between two fingers and admiring the play of light through the ruby elixir within. "Maybe the ability to cook something without... HEY!" She reaches out to swat Remy gently on the shoulder, trying--and failing miserably--to give him a dirty look. But her eyes twinkle with mirth, and she can't stop laughing. "I guess maybe speak to animals."      A quick glance back down at her phone has her eyebrows lofting. "Huh. This is an odd one. 'Which road tempts you the most? The narrow, dark, lantern-lit alley? The wide, sunny, grassy lane? The twisting, leaf-strewn path through the woods? The cobbled street lined with ancient buildings? Or the road leading to the nearest poker game?" The last was delivered perfectly deadpan, but it's evident Riana's getting a little bit of her own back, going by the gleam in her eyes.