champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"You are too kind," Mateo purrs right back at Charlie, though he is trying to concentrate more on keeping in a straight line as they head for the Spyglass. When the streets finally open into a moonlit square and the stars sprawl overhead, the botanist is about as done with the petite Ancient's footwear as she had been, though he is of course more than happy to pad towards the observatory barefoot. And so, leaving Charlie in his sandals, he unclasps the boots and opts to hold them in one hand, dropping considerably in height to stand back beside her.
"An eldmother?" He grins, quite enjoying the term, and nods his confirmation. "She really was. She told the best stories, and taught me about plants, and her cooking..." He mimes a chef's kiss, as if to demonstrate. "I have her finger bones here, see." Tugging at the netting of his shirt to let Charlie see the bleached bone necklace he wears, he has a feeling she will appreciate it in the way it's intended. "I had long enough with her to wish that I could have had more," he explains softly. If he had been very young, that would have been better in some ways.
"An eldmother?" He grins, quite enjoying the term, and nods his confirmation. "She really was. She told the best stories, and taught me about plants, and her cooking..." He mimes a chef's kiss, as if to demonstrate. "I have her finger bones here, see." Tugging at the netting of his shirt to let Charlie see the bleached bone necklace he wears, he has a feeling she will appreciate it in the way it's intended. "I had long enough with her to wish that I could have had more," he explains softly. If he had been very young, that would have been better in some ways.
