champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Aw," Mateo says automatically, his own smile softening as his sister is, as usual, effortlessly thoughtful even in the face of oncoming chaos. But they're both right, he realises, and even if it wouldn't be too late in terms of showing up with enough stuff for two infants, their fathers would likely need time to process it properly without also needing to care for said infants. And so, considering the joke to have lasted long enough to remain funny without inching into neglect, he nods as well.
"Hm?" When Flora concludes it should be his job to say something, for a moment Mateo can only look at her in shock, before his head tips back and he bursts out laughing. "It would be an honour," he tells his sister, all devious joy and barely contained excitement. "I promise I will do my best to remember everything they say and do, so I can relay it back to you properly. And I suppose this means I should get a few more plants down from La Verbena, if I am expected to be able to sail her to King's End and be able to navigate properly."
"Hm?" When Flora concludes it should be his job to say something, for a moment Mateo can only look at her in shock, before his head tips back and he bursts out laughing. "It would be an honour," he tells his sister, all devious joy and barely contained excitement. "I promise I will do my best to remember everything they say and do, so I can relay it back to you properly. And I suppose this means I should get a few more plants down from La Verbena, if I am expected to be able to sail her to King's End and be able to navigate properly."
