champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Mmhm, a gi-- ow!" Mateo flinches back, laughing, as she swats at his shoulder, rubbing at the bare flesh as if Flora might have left a bruise that won't match the tan he's been working on. (And who knows, it might - his sister is built stats-wise). "Fern is a pretty name!" he exclaims, his eyebrows raising as if daring her to say otherwise. "And I did not have any part in it, thank you very much. I was busy packing up my life to move down from Stormbreak, if you recall."
Haughtily readjusting his sunglasses and settling back in his chair, he reaches for his mimosa before remembering the glass is empty and slouches dramatically, gesturing in a way utterly reminiscent of Remi. "I do like the idea of botanical propaganda, though," he admits with a grin flashed in her direction. "You visited dad up at Meadowreach a few days ago, right? How is the, uh, sprout, doing?"
He doesn't hide the conspiratory twitch of his lips as he says it. Of course he had noticed the indications on the growing plant that suggested the formation of not one bud but two, but he's waiting to see if either of their thick-skulled fathers realises it as well.
Haughtily readjusting his sunglasses and settling back in his chair, he reaches for his mimosa before remembering the glass is empty and slouches dramatically, gesturing in a way utterly reminiscent of Remi. "I do like the idea of botanical propaganda, though," he admits with a grin flashed in her direction. "You visited dad up at Meadowreach a few days ago, right? How is the, uh, sprout, doing?"
He doesn't hide the conspiratory twitch of his lips as he says it. Of course he had noticed the indications on the growing plant that suggested the formation of not one bud but two, but he's waiting to see if either of their thick-skulled fathers realises it as well.
