After the handshake broke, Remy trotted along next to Scott, heading towards the Sun Room.
"No, I'm not going to be a chef... I am a chef. I haven't been able to cook since I got here, though. I learned the lingo from Gusteau." He wondered if Scott would recognize the name. Gusteau was world-famous, but so far, nobody here was sure that they had heard of him.
Technically, Auguste Gusteau had died well over a year before Remy was born. They had never met and could never have met. Yet Remy had lived most of the months of his life learning from Gusteau, with Anyone Can Cook as their intermediary; this had been true ever since his fur had grown in, after his eyes had opened and he could see and, later, venture out on his own or with Emile. He remembered looking into the skylight at Gusteau's restaurant, and his imagination supplying him with Gusteau's words from the book and Gusteau's image to guide him.
He hadn't seen Petit Gusteau since the other night, though. At the time, Remy had thought that it would be all right if the apparition was gone for good; now, he was beginning to miss him. Even though they'd never really known each other personally, Gusteau was as beloved to him as any mentor ever could be.
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"No, I'm not going to be a chef... I am a chef. I haven't been able to cook since I got here, though. I learned the lingo from Gusteau." He wondered if Scott would recognize the name. Gusteau was world-famous, but so far, nobody here was sure that they had heard of him.
Technically, Auguste Gusteau had died well over a year before Remy was born. They had never met and could never have met. Yet Remy had lived most of the months of his life learning from Gusteau, with Anyone Can Cook as their intermediary; this had been true ever since his fur had grown in, after his eyes had opened and he could see and, later, venture out on his own or with Emile. He remembered looking into the skylight at Gusteau's restaurant, and his imagination supplying him with Gusteau's words from the book and Gusteau's image to guide him.
He hadn't seen Petit Gusteau since the other night, though. At the time, Remy had thought that it would be all right if the apparition was gone for good; now, he was beginning to miss him. Even though they'd never really known each other personally, Gusteau was as beloved to him as any mentor ever could be.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/779667.html?thread=64306835#t64306835).]