vivi e lascia vivere

Everest

'Oh, just that if you add a pebble to a pile, it's still a pile. However, after millions and millions, it's a mountain. Only along the way it's hard to say when the pile becomes a mountain, and I think it's probably like that with happiness. At the extremes it might be clear, but in the middle?' Tilting his head skeptically to the side, he gives it a little shake.

"Is feeling good the same as feeling happy?" He wonders, and gods if this world had a Socrates, he'd be proud of this socratic line of questioning. "Maybe we could bring Le Verbena to the Refuge. Are magical items allowed inside?" Part of Everest's mind thought not, but it was the only place in all of Caido where all least there was environmental consistency.

As for napping? The word makes him yawn, which is really the only clear and decisive evidence to prove that Everest is not actually a robot cleverly disguised as a human. "We?" Raising his eyebrows to confirm that Mateo really does mean we this time, unlike before with the shower, Everest nods.  Reaching to clear the table, once the dishes are soaking in water in the sink, Ever shifts into a much more nap-compatible body before trotting along into the bedroom. As a dog he really doesn't mind being touched at all, and so it's pressed right up against Mateo that Everest falls deeply and almost immediately asleep.

If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish