champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Mm? Oh, I assumed you had met someone you liked on your travels, that is all," Mateo says, offering a dimpled smile to his friend from around the door of his closet. And normally he would have expanded on this or asked for more information, but unfortunately Ever has reintroduced him to La Verbena at that exact moment, and Mateo will be busy for a little bit.
"Could you put the kettle on the stove to boil please?" he asks, just as the shirt he'd been wearing goes flying over his shoulder. "I have not been able to find my favourite brand of tea - I think it might be from Halo. I know there is some here, though." Emerging again in a pair of yoga pants that look as though they've been painted on, as well as a sweater that all but hangs off one of the botanist's shoulders, Mateo at least looks much more comfortable now.
"Could you put the kettle on the stove to boil please?" he asks, just as the shirt he'd been wearing goes flying over his shoulder. "I have not been able to find my favourite brand of tea - I think it might be from Halo. I know there is some here, though." Emerging again in a pair of yoga pants that look as though they've been painted on, as well as a sweater that all but hangs off one of the botanist's shoulders, Mateo at least looks much more comfortable now.
