Mateo's mouth opens to argue, two points of colour high in his cheeks, because of course Remi is right and he hates admitting it. He isn't a young boy, he's nearly grown up (he wishes), and his ego is taking a thorough bruising all of a sudden in this conversation. Indeed, were he really grown up, the first part of his father's question would have been easily dealt with; nothing more than a scoff and a shrug and a what people do with things I make after they leave is none of my business.
But the second part? The part where someone might break in and steal things from his greenhouse? [say]"Would people really do that?"[/say] he asks, half whispering and chewing at the inside of his cheek. [say]"Even if they did not know what they were doing with the things they stole?"[/say] That strikes a nerve. Swallowing hard, he nods to his father, officially chastised.
[say]"I guess I was just comparing it to the things that Frey does. They make new things all the time, and they aren't always safe. It is just how nature works, right?"[/say]
But the second part? The part where someone might break in and steal things from his greenhouse? [say]"Would people really do that?"[/say] he asks, half whispering and chewing at the inside of his cheek. [say]"Even if they did not know what they were doing with the things they stole?"[/say] That strikes a nerve. Swallowing hard, he nods to his father, officially chastised.
[say]"I guess I was just comparing it to the things that Frey does. They make new things all the time, and they aren't always safe. It is just how nature works, right?"[/say]