champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"I have never been to either the Dusklight or the House of Midnight. Perhaps I should do some studying of my own." Mateo raises his eyebrows playfully, as if they both don't know he'll be doing nothing outside of La Verbena for at least the next few days. Smiling softly at the squeeze to his fingers, the botanist leans in against his friend and shrugs a shoulder. "I'm just glad you were able to get what you needed out of the trip."
As for people going into the houseboat, for a man who is used to bedhopping and waking up with strangers, Mateo is still strangely relieved to hear Ever say so, and he starts to walk a little faster up towards the skyport without realising it. "And the lavender is growing well?" he asks. "And you followed my instructions for the houseplants?" He knows Everest would have - newfound confidence or not, that won't have changed - but he feels the need to ask nonetheless.
Either way, the rest of the trek up to the port seems to pass in a blink for the botanist, and soon enough they're among skyships and aviators and the familiar smell and breezy feel of the area.
As for people going into the houseboat, for a man who is used to bedhopping and waking up with strangers, Mateo is still strangely relieved to hear Ever say so, and he starts to walk a little faster up towards the skyport without realising it. "And the lavender is growing well?" he asks. "And you followed my instructions for the houseplants?" He knows Everest would have - newfound confidence or not, that won't have changed - but he feels the need to ask nonetheless.
Either way, the rest of the trek up to the port seems to pass in a blink for the botanist, and soon enough they're among skyships and aviators and the familiar smell and breezy feel of the area.
