Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Why Mateo's flowers are the best is like asking why the sky is blue, which kids also do. "Because there's always someone who's the best," he asserts, more than happy to pass off the sage wisdom he's earned in his twenty-one years. "Usually, it's someone who devotes themselves to it, whatever it is." The moral of the story of course being that hard work pays off and practice makes perfect. If only it were so simple. He quickly realizes that truth branches off into others. "Except, sometimes people are just kinda born awesome, and so they're naturally talented at certain things." He grapples for a more relatable, grounded example. "Like the way your mom, uh... worships. She's a natural." Practiced at this point too, but that's feeling convoluted now.
"Aaaaanyway," he says, directing them around a fishmonger who's thrusting the day's catch at them like a good whiff might lighten their coin purse. "Mateo's job is plants. He grows 'em, arranges 'em, plants 'em, invents 'em. You name a thing you could do with plants, and I promise Mateo has done it, and done it better than most." The wood planks are worn smooth with all the travel atop them, and boot heels and hurried strides lay down a steady rhythm of bustle. "He found his passion, and he made the most of it."
Stopping with a hand on her shoulder near one, smaller stall, Kaisel leans down to admire the bouquets on display. He cups beneath the petals with his fingertips, and leans in closer to get a good whiff of the scent. "Maybe this. Do you like them?" She'd be the official flower approver, a very important job.
Coming back to her earlier question as he peruses another bunch, Kaisel hums in thought. "I was thinking mashed potatoes and chicken strips, with some snap peas."
"Aaaaanyway," he says, directing them around a fishmonger who's thrusting the day's catch at them like a good whiff might lighten their coin purse. "Mateo's job is plants. He grows 'em, arranges 'em, plants 'em, invents 'em. You name a thing you could do with plants, and I promise Mateo has done it, and done it better than most." The wood planks are worn smooth with all the travel atop them, and boot heels and hurried strides lay down a steady rhythm of bustle. "He found his passion, and he made the most of it."
Stopping with a hand on her shoulder near one, smaller stall, Kaisel leans down to admire the bouquets on display. He cups beneath the petals with his fingertips, and leans in closer to get a good whiff of the scent. "Maybe this. Do you like them?" She'd be the official flower approver, a very important job.
Coming back to her earlier question as he peruses another bunch, Kaisel hums in thought. "I was thinking mashed potatoes and chicken strips, with some snap peas."
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
