At Ilde's summary, Remy throws his head back and laughs, real and full and jovial, because that's just the kind of guy he is, and the kind of shit he finds funny. The timing is incredible, too, because the one harried waiter shows up just in time to catch that burst of laughter. Still chuckling, Remy puts in for a pitcher of whatever (and glasses), a plate of chips (fries) and a Shirley Temple (with lots of cherries).

When they're alone again: "Bio-kinetic energy manipulation. Sometimes fire happens in the resulting transference combustion, but it ain't a requirement or a product as a rule."

So he's a walking bomb, yeah.