Mateo
Mateo softens with that understanding about the impending new routine - especially given how much more he knows about this one than Remi does right now, and he waves it off with an easy smile. "You have commissions to deliver and I do not, so if she will lend you the compass, use it," he tells him earnestly. "The more time you have to be where you need to be, the better, right? I have a ship and a lot of sudden free time." And he'll figure that out later as well, thanks.
For now there's enough figuring out going on for the both of them, and Mateo's expression melts from gently encouraging to utter dumbfoundedness as his father somehow manages to sail spectacularly over the truth of it. "Yes, most plants do," he agrees, resisting the urge to reach out and shake him. "But most plants are not magically grown in a baby garden where the flower is a baby, father." He gestures again to the two stems, eyebrows raising right up into his curls.
"Twins. This plant is going to deliver twins," he tells him.
For now there's enough figuring out going on for the both of them, and Mateo's expression melts from gently encouraging to utter dumbfoundedness as his father somehow manages to sail spectacularly over the truth of it. "Yes, most plants do," he agrees, resisting the urge to reach out and shake him. "But most plants are not magically grown in a baby garden where the flower is a baby, father." He gestures again to the two stems, eyebrows raising right up into his curls.
"Twins. This plant is going to deliver twins," he tells him.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
