Before you ask: No, not like the rat from Ratatouille.

My parents met a Remy in Paris (an actual human one) and thought she was incredibly cool, so they gave me her name. I’m pretty sure the other Remy was also running around Paris at the time, which might explain why I like to cook and operate best in controlled chaos. I can’t promise I’m as cool as the Parisian Remy they met, but my writing definitely holds its own.