champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Plants are cool," Mateo grins, eyes glittering with the urge to launch into which are his favourites and why, though he tempers it down. He'll save it for when Theea does come up to see Stormbreak, for no other reason than he'll be able to show her the specimens in person while he's explaining. "And it certainly seems to. If we are not getting into some kind of trouble then something is wrong," he agrees of their family, plopping to sit back down at the table.
"Ah, I do not think it would have been a mess. But it was an honour to help you either way, Theea." Smiling, he casually waves a hand at the gathered fabrics he's assembled for his own outfit, as if to say that being poked with a pin is no problem to him, but his attention isn't fixed enough to dedicate as much time on his own outfit.
As for the needle and thread, he lets out a soft laugh and twists around in his seat. "I think I saw a stall selling that sort of thing at one corner of the plaza," he says. "Go, take a look. I can keep your seat," he offers.
"Ah, I do not think it would have been a mess. But it was an honour to help you either way, Theea." Smiling, he casually waves a hand at the gathered fabrics he's assembled for his own outfit, as if to say that being poked with a pin is no problem to him, but his attention isn't fixed enough to dedicate as much time on his own outfit.
As for the needle and thread, he lets out a soft laugh and twists around in his seat. "I think I saw a stall selling that sort of thing at one corner of the plaza," he says. "Go, take a look. I can keep your seat," he offers.
