Everest
Blinking in surprise, the aviator stops just short of tugging his pants down to his ankles. "Oh." Were it anyone else he would have likely felt quite embarrassed and put off by this misunderstanding, but given that it was Mateo, and especially given that Mateo knew how to speak Everest's language, the aviator simply nodded and refastened the button on his pants. "Alright then. I'll start heating water for the tea, then."
Without a word, Everest disappears into the main cabin of La Verbena, and though he has explicitly been told otherwise and is normally quite adamant about following rules, he does begin to clean up. Just a little bit. Mostly it's aligning the corners of things, neatening stacks that seem on the verge of falling over, and folding blankets. He knows better than to actually organize anything, because much to Mateo's credit, the botanist does have a method to his relative madness.
Without a word, Everest disappears into the main cabin of La Verbena, and though he has explicitly been told otherwise and is normally quite adamant about following rules, he does begin to clean up. Just a little bit. Mostly it's aligning the corners of things, neatening stacks that seem on the verge of falling over, and folding blankets. He knows better than to actually organize anything, because much to Mateo's credit, the botanist does have a method to his relative madness.
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
