champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Feeling his smile threaten to hurt his cheeks, Mateo reaches out to give his friend's shoulder a warm squeeze, having missed the frank nature of Everest's speech, even (apparently) when it comes to subjects as deep as love, unrequited or otherwise. "Well, however it turns out, I will always love you," he assures the aviator, before sitting back again with his tea, ready and all ears to hear Ever's plans for his very first date.
"To Stormbreak? That's a good idea," he says with an encouraging nod, waiting to hear The Plan in full and grinning into his tea. "Ever, that sounds like a really nice date," he says honestly, nodding to him. "I'll make sure I help you pick something warm for Isla to wear. It is a lot colder up here in Deepfrost than it is in Torchline, and I don't think Ancients do well in the cold."
Last thing Ever probably wants is for his date to turn to stone. "And once you're done with the hotsprings, are you going to stay anywhere?" Unless he merely plans to walk Isla to the skyport and let her go home.
"To Stormbreak? That's a good idea," he says with an encouraging nod, waiting to hear The Plan in full and grinning into his tea. "Ever, that sounds like a really nice date," he says honestly, nodding to him. "I'll make sure I help you pick something warm for Isla to wear. It is a lot colder up here in Deepfrost than it is in Torchline, and I don't think Ancients do well in the cold."
Last thing Ever probably wants is for his date to turn to stone. "And once you're done with the hotsprings, are you going to stay anywhere?" Unless he merely plans to walk Isla to the skyport and let her go home.
