Remy relaxed a little in his seat, munching on a bit of seasoned potato; he paused to give the remaining potatos a surprised, thoughtful look. They actually weren't half bad. Not too oily, just enough salt, a nice blend of herbs. He took another bite, looking pleased.

"I'd say it's more like rats have to avoid being noticed, wouldn't you? Where I come from, th-- we kill them. But I don't know, I don't think the little guys are so bad. They just have a bad reputation."

So Meche didn't mind rats much after all? Remy felt a little twist, and he recognized it as hope. If he decided to confide in anyone about his situation, someday, Meche might not be a bad choice... Scarecrow didn't seem repulsed, either, and had the advantage of being someone who claimed he hadn't been human before he was at the Institute. Remy would have to keep both of them in mind, if a day came when he couldn't hide his secret anymore. Some days, he wanted to tell everyone he talked to; it was weird that nobody recognized him for what he was. He didn't think that he could deal with the possible consequences, though.

"Almost done with the letters, Meche?" He could hear the mild excitement in his own voice.