champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"All my tricks?" Mateo grins, leaning in to leave a quick smooch against her temple. "It's a deal. Here's one of them now." Winking and turning to face the doors, one of them cracks open ever so slightly (and it's through a much smaller door built into the larger one), revealing a stern-faced scholar who seems to bristle with something tired and resigned at the sight of the botanist. What follows is a quick conversation during which Charlie might identify sentences from the scholar about the lateness of the hour, and others from Mateo about having a vested interest in the constellations, and that his fathers would appreciate it greatly, before they are reluctantly granted entry.
"Grazie mille," Mateo trills and guides Charlie into the Spyglass, where all is quiet and tranquil, and only those scholars granted access out of hours can be seen wandering around. "We need to go up to the observation deck," he whispers. "You will be able to see all of the stars, and right across Stormbreak. On clear days you can see all of Caido from up there."
"Grazie mille," Mateo trills and guides Charlie into the Spyglass, where all is quiet and tranquil, and only those scholars granted access out of hours can be seen wandering around. "We need to go up to the observation deck," he whispers. "You will be able to see all of the stars, and right across Stormbreak. On clear days you can see all of Caido from up there."
