champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Mateo has just remembered the mimosa in his hand and is sipping from it when Flora appears, the alternative being to accidentally nap and let it slip from his fingers entirely, and he tips his head back to flash her a dimpled smile as she sashays across the terrance. "Mmm?" Sitting up just enough to examine the flower she presents to him, he adjusts his sunglasses down onto his nose to look at it properly, eyes widening in open wonder.
"If I did not know better," he says slowly, "I would say that is solanum trilobatum. It is a member of the nightshade family - not the deadly kind, though. This one has healing properties, as well as being very pretty." Another sip of his mimosa and he sits up properly now, scooting his chair so it might openly face the matching one beside it in case Flora wants to take a seat. "Do you think the flowers your ring grows match Kai's mood for the day?" he asks with a grin.
A rose for if he's feeling romantic, a calla lily if he's feeling morose, a carnation if he hates Flora that day (in Mateo's opinion anyway).
"If I did not know better," he says slowly, "I would say that is solanum trilobatum. It is a member of the nightshade family - not the deadly kind, though. This one has healing properties, as well as being very pretty." Another sip of his mimosa and he sits up properly now, scooting his chair so it might openly face the matching one beside it in case Flora wants to take a seat. "Do you think the flowers your ring grows match Kai's mood for the day?" he asks with a grin.
A rose for if he's feeling romantic, a calla lily if he's feeling morose, a carnation if he hates Flora that day (in Mateo's opinion anyway).
