Rem grumbled at Darion's words. it was true, he knew that they had to be careful to not leave to many patterns. And with Rem's tendencies, that meant not beating up every person who pissed him off. It was really, really annoying, but Rem understood.<br/><br/>It didn't mean he had to like it.<br/><br/>"I don't think I wanna be quiet, miss German," Rem muttered, mostly to himself this time. He was pretty sure everyone heard it, and even though he didn't actually speak German, Veronika used the same word enough that he got the gist.<br/><br/>They drove up the long driveway to the house, and started piling out of the car, grabbing food and supplies as they went. Rem took particular care to grab a specific bundle of spices, jars and other packaged food. It was his food, or at least the food he liked to make, and he wasn't about to let anyone accidentally drop it. It was expensive to get the ingredients.<br/><br/>"I'm not using it," Rem offered, only off handedly paying attention to the conversation.