Okay, okay, so Mateo has had a minor breakdown in recent weeks.
Minor because it's not like he's done anything stupid, but it's been a breakdown nonetheless.
That was then, though, and this is now, and it's with a cheerful and dimpled smile to Everest that he walks through the Castaway Exchange, pointing out anything interesting in the stalls and pausing to buy something obnoxiously sweet and alcoholic from a drinks stand.
"Oh look, a tombola," he says to the other man with a grin, not expecting Ever to understand the term but bobbing his eyebrows at the painted barrel and hoping he might put two and two together.
With a long sip of his drink - necessary, because he can see his whole fucking family here, and if he's going to keep a smile plastered to his face he better not be sober - Mateo approaches the barrel, instantly plunging his hand in to claim a prize.
Mateo plays the Lucky Dip!
