Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Pottering about Ever's kitchen with an ease he hasn't realised he'd missed as well - whilst he's always made himself comfortable in his friend's presence, he's definitely been more careful since his return to Stormbreak - Mateo indeed passes the rum and snags a piece of candied ginger to chew on as they chat, leaning casually against the side of the counter. "Speaking of the Torchline," he quips, since it's on his mind, "Would you be so kind as to take La Verbena down into Haulani when that barrier goes up, please? I have been told it may be in my best interests to stay behind it - and I think that might go for you too."
Widening his eyes obviously as if to remind Everest who might be waiting down on those sunny isles, he raises his glass and clinks it easily against his friend's. "To brighter days," he trills back, taking a grateful sip of the liquor and relishing the spice and the burn in his chest and throat. "I forgot how much of a punch that packed," he admits, coughing behind his hand before taking a second sip and snagging another piece of the fiery ginger.
Mention of Frey has his cheeks flushing pink, the botanist sagging further against the counter. "They are amazing," he almost whispers, shaking his head - and now he has seen the results of what they can do, perhaps he is feeling a bit more friendly towards the gods in general. "And kind, and beautiful. They called me darling boy." He grins, the memory of the words still filling him to the brim with warmth. "I recommend you going to see them, if you ever get a chance."
Widening his eyes obviously as if to remind Everest who might be waiting down on those sunny isles, he raises his glass and clinks it easily against his friend's. "To brighter days," he trills back, taking a grateful sip of the liquor and relishing the spice and the burn in his chest and throat. "I forgot how much of a punch that packed," he admits, coughing behind his hand before taking a second sip and snagging another piece of the fiery ginger.
Mention of Frey has his cheeks flushing pink, the botanist sagging further against the counter. "They are amazing," he almost whispers, shaking his head - and now he has seen the results of what they can do, perhaps he is feeling a bit more friendly towards the gods in general. "And kind, and beautiful. They called me darling boy." He grins, the memory of the words still filling him to the brim with warmth. "I recommend you going to see them, if you ever get a chance."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
