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"Ah, probably wise," Mateo says with a sheepish grin, also knowing better than to get on Isla's doctor side when it comes to anything medical. "Maybe you can just pass on any resources that Charlie - that's the priestess - suggests. Tobi, too. That way no one is stepping on toes." His suggestion is breezy, but as Ever agrees that putting him in contact with Charliewould be helpful, the botanist practically glows with pride, his smile turning into something dimpled and delighted.
"I will send her a letter explaining and see if she wants to get in touch," he decides. "She can be quite... vibrant? But I will tell her to try and keep things simple for you." Charlie might be chaotic, but she's also a sweetheart, and Mateo feels like she'll treat his best friend well if he gives her some context. And if nothing else, perhaps Isla can act as a buffer.
Ever seems to melt, then, like so much memory snow from their childhoods, and he responds to the aviator's smile with a warm squeeze to his shoulder. "It would be my honour to be snow uncle to your baby," he says earnestly. "Now come on - shall we go and get those books? I should read up as well if I am going to be an uncle."
"I will send her a letter explaining and see if she wants to get in touch," he decides. "She can be quite... vibrant? But I will tell her to try and keep things simple for you." Charlie might be chaotic, but she's also a sweetheart, and Mateo feels like she'll treat his best friend well if he gives her some context. And if nothing else, perhaps Isla can act as a buffer.
Ever seems to melt, then, like so much memory snow from their childhoods, and he responds to the aviator's smile with a warm squeeze to his shoulder. "It would be my honour to be snow uncle to your baby," he says earnestly. "Now come on - shall we go and get those books? I should read up as well if I am going to be an uncle."
