champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
It's just as well that Remi isn't in the mood to deliver any home truths, because Mateo is in no state to hear them. And besides (is what he'd say, were he cognizant of the lecture he could be missing), if not his father, the botanist wouldn't be beyond channelling any other god or spirit for the privilege. Such is the life he has been blessed to lead, and so on.
Humming the affirmative - he might not remember the particulars of how he'd gotten into the cell, but he's reasonably certain he enjoyed himself - Mateo straightens up only enough to tuck himself against his father's side, squinting into the daylight. "Yeeesh, it is Leafchange," he remembers with a scrunch of his nose.
"I love you, papa, but the walk home is plenty, thank you. I do not want to be between you and Dad until Deepfrost." Blissfully ignorant of why else Ronin might be having a tough time, Mateo assumes it's just the usual deer bullshit.
Humming the affirmative - he might not remember the particulars of how he'd gotten into the cell, but he's reasonably certain he enjoyed himself - Mateo straightens up only enough to tuck himself against his father's side, squinting into the daylight. "Yeeesh, it is Leafchange," he remembers with a scrunch of his nose.
"I love you, papa, but the walk home is plenty, thank you. I do not want to be between you and Dad until Deepfrost." Blissfully ignorant of why else Ronin might be having a tough time, Mateo assumes it's just the usual deer bullshit.
