[say]"Oh! Well... I'm a dream come true, so I imagine if they'd wanted more of me they could have added that,"[/say] Mateo says, entirely reasonably, because how else are two demigods meant to make a baby when there's no surrogate or appropriate parts?
He pauses when they reach the river, naturally, and jumps a bit at the barked exclamation from Tal. [say]"Iguana...?"[/say] he echoes, before digging in his pockets for the promised jerky and offering some out to Boreal with a bright smile.
[say]"It's native now, though!"[/say] he says, digging around in his back for a notebook and a pencil. [say]"It'll grow up big and strong and maybe it'll even have babies of its own."[/say] Shuffling up to plop down on the riverbank, he starts making rough sketches of the walking palm, even as it tries to make a slow escape from them.
He pauses when they reach the river, naturally, and jumps a bit at the barked exclamation from Tal. [say]"Iguana...?"[/say] he echoes, before digging in his pockets for the promised jerky and offering some out to Boreal with a bright smile.
[say]"It's native now, though!"[/say] he says, digging around in his back for a notebook and a pencil. [say]"It'll grow up big and strong and maybe it'll even have babies of its own."[/say] Shuffling up to plop down on the riverbank, he starts making rough sketches of the walking palm, even as it tries to make a slow escape from them.
