If you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff.

[nctquiteshakespeare]

LOCATION: wherever makes sense ?? FOR: @littlechefinahat

In one hand a sparkling juice, the other a fine wine, Duchess wore a bright smile as she held the offering out to the man, making sure there was a backup option if he didn't drink. "My compliments to the chef," she explained, always so satisfied with her meals at Gusteau's and grateful that a place like it existed in Evermore; her food was always perfect, and Remy was always so generous, she felt she owed him more. "I insist. Consider it an early Christmas if you must."

[littlechefinahat]

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Duchess was always a warm and welcomed presence in Remy's life. She was one of his favorite customers and he often gave her her meals for free because he was so fond of her. She stood in the doorway of his apartment instead of the door of the restaurant this time, holding up two bottles and wearing a radiant smile. "Duchess, you spoil me," he teased her before taking the bottles so she didn't have to hold them. He let her inside his somewhat humble apartment before properly greeting her. "Thank you. You're too generous, really," he said a bit sheepishly before smiling at her. "How have you been? I haven't seen you come in recently. I had to make sure I didn't lose my best customer, hence the dinner invitation." He could smell the food simmering on the stove from the other room. It was as if he was swimming in it that it smelled so rich. "I do hope all is well though. I hope you know you can come to me if you need anything."

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Jeremy Allen White

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Anya hadn't heard much from Remy in a while, so seeing him at her door was actually a relief. She didn't give him any reason to hold on hope that she would contact him again or give into his whims, but with everything going on she did want to know he was okay. Even though they weren't anything, he meant something to her. The simple act of bringing her whiskey was enough to pull him into her apartment by his shirt and hug him tightly. She was glad he stayed safe...she was relieved. "You don't pester me," she said, trying to downplay the way she had probably made him feel countless times with the way she always ran from him. Right now she wasn't going to run and that had to count for something. She pulled away from him once she realized she was probably hugging him too long and cleared her throat. "I'll umm...I'll get us both a glass." Okay, maybe she was running a little bit. She darted into her kitchen before he could say more and waited for him to follow. The whiskey would help. It always did.

[littlechefinahat]

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Anya always seemed to surprise Remy. She was full of twists and turns, with tricks up her sleeve that Remy didn't always see coming. She was a force, one the man felt he could handle and compete with despite if it were true or not. He hadn't expected her to pull him in by his shirt and wrap her arms around him. He hadn't expected her to tell him he didn't pester her. The words rang through his ears, maybe inflating his ego the slightest bit. He wrapped his arms back around her, holding the bag with the bottle in it away so it didn't press against her back. His free arm was significantly tighter around her. The scent of her shampoo and perfume filled his nose and for a brief moment he closed his eyes, almost letting himself get too comfortable in her arms. When she pulled away his body felt cold. Despite her demeanor Remy knew Anya had a heart. He followed her into the kitchen then took the whiskey out of the paper bag and set it on the counter. For a few seconds he didn't turn to face her, but when he did and his eyes caught hers a knot formed in his stomach. Maybe he shouldn't have come here. Remy had had plenty of rough nights before and he never came to her. The thought would cross his mind, but this time he had caved. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Thanks for, um, you know..." He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "I appreciate it, is all."

[littlechefinahat]

Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Anya's place

Remy wasn't sure what possessed him to make his way to Anya's place, almost as if on autopilot mode. Maybe it was his strong, insatiable desire to live his life to the fullest, going to stretched extents to fulfill the itch he always felt creeping up in the back of his mind. His night had been a nightmare though. His work was something he loved. It was his passion and he put his full heart and soul into his craft. That didn't mean there weren't off days where everything seemed to ruin the flow of things. He had stayed after to have a few drinks then opted for the liquor store for a bottle of whiskey before he went to Anya's. Before he knew it he was face to face with her door and his knuckles were knocking on the door. When it swung open he looked at Anya and held up the brown paper bag that the whiskey was in. "I brought whiskey. I know you like whiskey." At least he thought she did seeing as she'd asked for it once at his place what seemed like eons ago. Still, he remembered. Remy suddenly realized how unexpected and strange it might be that he appeared at her door. "It's been a really long night and I need a distraction. I didn't come here to pester you."

[littlechefinahat]

Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Outside of Gusteau's

Remy was just finishing closing up the restaurant, making one last round around the place to make sure everything was turned off before he locked up the back door. After locking up he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth. He tried not to make a habit of smoking during work, but technically he finished now. That's not to say he didn't sometimes sneak out back for a half a cigarette every now and then. As he lit the one in his mouth he heard someone approaching him. Remy looked up and saw a familiar silhouette in the dim streetlight. Anya. What the hell was she doing here so late? "You trying to sneak up on me or something?" he asked. "If you wanted to see me so bad you have my number. You could have just sent a text or called."

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Boundaries were important and Anya treasured them as much as she did her memories. Things with Remy were fun and she had a nice time with him, but sometimes she wondered if he wanted more than he was saying he did. She might just be overthinking it, but his vibes of late have been...weird. So she was doing what she had to do to ensure her original boundaries were still in place. She didn't see the point in cutting him off or like ghosting him; she liked him and they had a fun time together! However, she was going to make sure she woke up first even if her head hated her for it. In all fairness, her head didn't love her for most things. When she finally heard him she was already dressed and getting her stuff together. No fancy breakfast today. "Oh, that was me, my bad!" A tequila a day kept the headaches away, after all. "It's like....still morning technically. Just a late one. You just looked so adorable, figured you should get your beauty rest."

[littlechefinahat]

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Anya was so...chipper. It was making Remy's head throb worse. How the hell could she be so awake right now? He could hardly process what she was saying as she spoke. "Uh huh," he let out as he yawned. "Why did you leave it on the side I sleep on?" he asked her in a mumbling voice. "Adorable? Okay, sure." At least he hadn't slept the whole day away, he thought. Though he was fairly certain by late morning she might have meant close to noon. He glanced down on the floor and spotted his clothes and picked them up. "You seem like you're in a rush this morning," he commented as he pulled his shirt on. When he pulled the blanket off he was relieved to see he at least had his boxers on. Remy stood up from the bed and stretched his arms out. "Well I'm awake now, aren't I? Might as well stay up." When he noticed she looked like she was ready to head out of the door he wasn't sure how to feel. "Got somewhere to be? Not like you to leave without saying goodbye." Then again he was usually the first one up to say goodbye to her. Not that it really mattered, right? "Do you need me to walk you out? I'm sure you know your way."

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antoine lets out an exasperated sigh as he makes his way to stand in front of his neighbor’s apartment door, wearing a dead stare as he waits for the door to open, raising a brow once it finally is, hearing the music coming from inside the other’s place and an amazing aroma hitting his nose instantly, but he wasn’t here to let that get to him. “…you have a stain on your shirt.” is all he can say, pointing it out bluntly before practically shoving what he brought into the other’s arms. “they mixed up our mail again.” @littlechefinahat

[littlechefinahat]

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A rare evening that Remy wasn't at work cooking, but instead at home for himself. Nothing like a good soup as soon as the temperature begins to drop. He had just finished up and turned the stove off, ready to try a bowl of what he'd made, when he heard a knock on his door. A knock that always sounded a bit too aggressive for Remy's liking. With a sigh he made his way to the door, already knowing what this would be about again. Before he opened it he grabbed a package off the counter to exchange. He opened the door with a smile though and held up the package in one hand but was quickly being shoved his own. Remy made no comment but furrowed his brows as he handed Antoine his package. He looked down when he pointed out a stain on his shirt. "I know. I just finished cooking dinner." He looks back up at the other. "It happens a bit too often," he said with a shrug. He didn't know what else to say as he felt an awkward silence fell over them. So, instead of thinking it through he blurted out, "do you want some soup? I made way too much of it. I was just about to eat. I could always send you a bowl home."

[littlechefinahat]

Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Remy's apartment

Remy was still asleep. God only knew what time him and Anya got drunkenly back to his place before doing what they always did and passing out shortly after. It had to be late morning by the time Remy heard Anya move around his room, probably trying to find her clothes. He wasn't awake enough to open his eyes but after a few moments he blinked them open and squinted when the sunlight hit his eyes. "What time is it?" he groaned. It was unusual that he wasn't up first or making breakfast, but after her last reaction to that he wasn't going to put in the effort. Besides, he drank quite a bit the night before and needed to sleep it off. He reached for a glass of water on his nightstand and took a sip, only to spit it out moments later. "Who the fuck put a glass of straight tequila on my nightstand? I don't even drink that shit." Remy didn't want to know what the night before even entailed if he had drank tequila. He set the glass back down and sat up, rubbing his eyes. It's going to be that kind of day, isn't it, he thought to himself. When he finally focused his vision on her he cracked half a smile. "Good morning...I think. Is it still morning?"

[littlechefinahat]

best thing you've ever cooked?

"The best thing I've ever cooked? Clearly everything. I'm excellent at what I do. Narrowing it down is far too difficult."

[lcstromonov]

closed starter @littlechefinahat location: pumpkin patch

"Are you gonna get scared again?" Anya teased her friend as they began to make their way through the "spooky" maze. She thought this was such a fun thing for the town to do, but assumed that Remy needed some moral support going into it. "I promise I won't hide in the fields and pop out at you. Even though, it's a little tempting to do that."

[littlechefinahat]

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"I wasn't scared in the first place," Remy mumbled in response as he walked beside Anya. It took some convincing on her part but he decided to accompany her. With a roll of his eyes he said, "Even if you did I would be fine. You're not scary in the least bit." Remy smirks slightly at her and nudges her in the side with his elbow. "If anything you're like a kitten that's trying to be tough."

[lcstromonov]

closed starter 🎡. ｡:*• ─ FESTIVAL/ CARNIVAL ACTIVITIES.       ›     ( send an emoji for our characters to: ) 🏚️ find each other in the haunted house for: @littlechefinahat

Anya actually didn't mind being scared because it was pretty hard to actually scare her. She didn't flinch during horror movies and she wasn't easy to jumpscare. So when she saw that this festival had a haunted house of course she had to check it out. She wanted to get a few laughs or maybe a chill or two and it couldn't hurt to try. As she made her way through the house she couldn't help but smile excitedly every time something popped up at her. She honestly wanted to go off path and check out the mechanics of this thing a little bit.

The moment she did she actually got a good fright; Remy appeared out of nowhere making her actually jump a little. She placed her hand on her heart, laughing a bit. "Holy shit. That was fun! What are you doing over here? It's off-limits or something."

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Festivals were plenty fun. For many people, Remy included, it was an excuse to get fucked up. He turned up his nose at most of the food but he may have indulged in a snack or two. That was between him and only him though. He'd had...quite a bit to drink and wandered into the haunted house attraction by mistake. He wasn't sure which way to go and while he had a strong stomach when it came to horror movies he didn't necessarily do the best when he was drunk and lost and there were zombies and monsters jumping out at him. He hadn't ran into anything in a while, just trying to find his way out, when he stumbled upon Anya. Seeing her shocked him and he let out a small shriek that came out a bit higher pitched than he would have preferred. "Holy fuck, you came out of no where," he said. "Off limits? Explains why it's eerily quiet in this area." Remy glanced around and noticed the big 'off limits' sign that was hanging nearby. "Oh, well, if it's off limits what are you doing here? Lost or something?"

[lcstromonov]

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Remy wasn’t going to dive into the whole debate between them at first, but he knew what her reaction would be and yet he was still left disappointed. He let out a sigh before taking a bite of his food. He blew her comment off about ‘running out of people to call’ and took a another bite as he shot her a quick glare. That was the most reaction on the subject she would get. The little moan she let out after eating some of the food made him smirk. He couldn’t help it. Remy knew he was a talented chef and sometimes that went to his head. Often times, really. Her next words caught him off guard. “Whiskey?” he questioned and glanced up at the clock. He knew she had to be hungover as she had accepted the pain killers and food so why the hell would she want to drink more? “Wait what? Whiskey? Just…calm down for a second. Are you okay?” Suddenly he was growing concerned. “We can, okay. It’s fine. Just forget it right now. What’s wrong? I have whiskey…yes, but are you sure that’s a good idea right now?”

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Anya pressed her fingers to her temples. Maybe she was grossly overestimating how relaxed of a person she thought he was. “I’m sure it’s fine. But I would like some now before I go rummaging for it myself.” She was impatient and she felt her headache worsen ever so slightly. She knew her request was a little ridiculous but she didn’t think it was outrageous. If Remy was going to start caring about her well-being like this, then she needed to cut it off right now. She was already giving him more chances than most by allowing himself a moment to get his shit together. “Look, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I’m not trying to get drunk or anything....I’m just trying to get something strong in the morning. It’s my routine. Which, I’m giving you the fortune to see. But if I have overstayed my welcome...”

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"Alright, alright!" Remy held his hands up in defeat. He turned and opened the cabinet, reaching up to grab a bottle of whiskey. He was about to ask if she wanted a glass but she seemed to be in a...rush of some sort, so instead he just handed her the bottle. Remy was about to argue that he wasn't making a big deal but decided it was best to keep quiet in that moment. "Yeah, whatever. If it's your routine then you do you, I guess." He shrugged nonchalantly then glanced over at her and rolled his eyes. "No, you haven't overstayed your welcome. I mean, come on, at least finish your bacon."

[lcstromonov]

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Remy already knew the likely response that came with his constant request. She was going to blow it off, deny him, then they would do this all over again. Remy didn’t mind the chase but a win once in a while wouldn’t hurt either. He had to admit she looked rather cute in his shirt but didn’t comment on the matter. “Spoiling you?” he questioned and raised an eyebrow. “I’m simply being a good host. That’s all.” He shrugged as if it were just that simple. Things weren’t ever really simple with Anya though. She was complex and Remy hadn’t quite figured her out, though that was apart of the fun. Not knowing what adventure their nights out would bring next and her alluring mysteriousness. “Besides, I can’t help myself. It’s not like I wasn’t going to make myself breakfast anyways.” He rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter. “If you hate the food that much that’s all you’d have to say,” he teased with a slight smirk knowing that was very well not true. Remy wanted to drop the question in his mind already. He as already expecting to be let down but that didn’t mean he should stop trying. “You know what I’m about to say next,” he told her. “I’ll keep it short this time, I suppose.” He let out a deep sigh. “Just consider it is all I’m asking.”

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Despite knowing what was coming, Anya couldn’t help but let out a sigh. She didn’t know what Remy saw in her, especially when it came to her piano playing. Sure, she loved it. She really, really, loved it. It was something that had always came natural to her...like a broken memory slowly trying to put itself together. She was sure she used to be classically trained though how? She had no idea. Just another perk of knowing absolutely nothing about herself and just dancing through her life as she tried to figure it out.” You’ve been umm...hosting me a lot lately. Running out of people to call?” She titled her head, curious to his answer. Knowing Remy she wasn’t going to actually get much of one. She dug into her breakfast, a small moan escaping her lips as she ate. She couldn’t help it; Remy really knew how to cook. Even simple shit like eggs and bacon felt gourmet. It was a taste of a life she didn’t know that felt oddly familiar. At the mention of that to herself, she felt a dull ache in the back of her head. Of course it would happen now. “Do you got any whiskey or....really anything I can sip at real quick?” she asked, rubbing her temples for a moment. “Look, Remy, you’re a great guy and all that. And I dunno why you can’t seem to find a permanent piano player but...I’m just not your girl. I just...don’t see myself having a future there.” Or anywhere it seemed. “Why can’t we just....do what we do and keep living our lives? hmm?”

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Remy wasn't going to dive into the whole debate between them at first, but he knew what her reaction would be and yet he was still left disappointed. He let out a sigh before taking a bite of his food. He blew her comment off about 'running out of people to call' and took a another bite as he shot her a quick glare. That was the most reaction on the subject she would get. The little moan she let out after eating some of the food made him smirk. He couldn't help it. Remy knew he was a talented chef and sometimes that went to his head. Often times, really. Her next words caught him off guard. "Whiskey?" he questioned and glanced up at the clock. He knew she had to be hungover as she had accepted the pain killers and food so why the hell would she want to drink more? "Wait what? Whiskey? Just...calm down for a second. Are you okay?" Suddenly he was growing concerned. "We can, okay. It's fine. Just forget it right now. What's wrong? I have whiskey...yes, but are you sure that's a good idea right now?"

[littlechefinahat]

Closed starter for: @faiirytalcs (Alexis Balaska) Location: Evermore equivalent of Trader Joe's lol

It was rare for Remy to go more than a few days without getting groceries at the market. He liked to keep his food fresh and use it right away, though had plenty stocked at his house for himself. He didn't need too much, seeing as it was just him in the apartment, but wanted to pick up a few things for dinner and grab a few essentials he was low on. He was currently in the produce section, picking out a few organic vegetables to make with his dinner. His hand reached for a tomato just as someone else's had and his hand landed on top of theirs. He quickly pulled his hand back and said, "I'm so sorry." Remy looked up, surprised to see Alexis in front of him. A crooked smile came on his face when he realized it was her. Once upon a time they had briefly been a thing. Remy still saw her every now and again, sometimes shooting her a text just to see how she was. "Oh, hi. Sorry. You can have the tomato. It looks really ripe and juicy." He was mentally kicking himself for being so awkward and saying something stupid. He could have said something, anything, better than that. Sometimes he just wasn't sure how to approach her, but usually fell back into his comfort zone with her quickly. "How have you been? Haven't heard from you in a while, is all."

[imikhailo]

JEREMY ALLEN WHITE — photographed by Kendall Bessent for Instyle Magazine

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Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Remy's Apartment

Anya and Remy had a normal routine. One would call the other, they'd meet up, then end back at one or the other's place until the morning. This time they'd ended back up at Remy's and the morning after doing their normal thing he got up, knowing he was already going to nurse the hangover he had. Nothing a hot shower and some good breakfast couldn't cure though. After he got up he got ready and took some Ibuprofen to help his head before heading to the kitchen to make himself and Anya breakfast. He always did after a night together, knowing she would appreciate it and it might butter her up a bit before he suggested her to take up a permanent position at the restaurant to play piano. He had just placed a generous amount of bacon on a plate when he heard her walk in. Remy turned and gave her a goofy smile as he held up the plate. "I made breakfast. And maybe a little too much bacon to go with it..." He set the plate down and turned back to the stove so he could turn it off. When he faced her again he said, "good morning, though. Did you sleep alright? Pain killers are on the table with some orange juice. I already took some."

[lcstromonov]

Anya wasn’t going to lie, it was sort of cute that Remy thought he was going to be able to convince her to commit to a job. She didn’t mind their little cat and mouse game and she would be kidding herself if she didn’t appreciate having an easy to reach booty call, but the one thing she still was not quite used to was the whole waking up in his bed thing. She only let it happen because they normally got so fucked up that walking was not an option nor was going home in a cab, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make her feel...restless. He had a habit of making her breakfast too but she supposed that was the cost of sleeping with a chef. At least the food was pretty good. As she made her way into Remy’s kitchen yet again to hear him try to butter her up with good food before dropping the bomb of a job offer, she hesitated by the opening for a moment. She was wearing his shirt, she was getting comfy....yeah this needed to be dealt with. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a lazy smile and took the food he had set down eagerly. She was hungry, so she might as well enjoy that before she starts throwing in some boundaries. “I slept fine. I’m all good.” The orange juice and pain killers just made her feel a little but more uneasy but she still took them without a word. “When are you going to stop spoiling me, hmm?”

[littlechefinahat]

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Remy already knew the likely response that came with his constant request. She was going to blow it off, deny him, then they would do this all over again. Remy didn't mind the chase but a win once in a while wouldn't hurt either. He had to admit she looked rather cute in his shirt but didn't comment on the matter. "Spoiling you?" he questioned and raised an eyebrow. "I'm simply being a good host. That's all." He shrugged as if it were just that simple. Things weren't ever really simple with Anya though. She was complex and Remy hadn't quite figured her out, though that was apart of the fun. Not knowing what adventure their nights out would bring next and her alluring mysteriousness. "Besides, I can't help myself. It's not like I wasn't going to make myself breakfast anyways." He rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter. "If you hate the food that much that's all you'd have to say," he teased with a slight smirk knowing that was very well not true. Remy wanted to drop the question in his mind already. He as already expecting to be let down but that didn't mean he should stop trying. "You know what I'm about to say next," he told her. "I'll keep it short this time, I suppose." He let out a deep sigh. "Just consider it is all I'm asking."

[littlechefinahat]

Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Remy's Apartment

Anya and Remy had a normal routine. One would call the other, they'd meet up, then end back at one or the other's place until the morning. This time they'd ended back up at Remy's and the morning after doing their normal thing he got up, knowing he was already going to nurse the hangover he had. Nothing a hot shower and some good breakfast couldn't cure though. After he got up he got ready and took some Ibuprofen to help his head before heading to the kitchen to make himself and Anya breakfast. He always did after a night together, knowing she would appreciate it and it might butter her up a bit before he suggested her to take up a permanent position at the restaurant to play piano. He had just placed a generous amount of bacon on a plate when he heard her walk in. Remy turned and gave her a goofy smile as he held up the plate. "I made breakfast. And maybe a little too much bacon to go with it..." He set the plate down and turned back to the stove so he could turn it off. When he faced her again he said, "good morning, though. Did you sleep alright? Pain killers are on the table with some orange juice. I already took some."