"Magic, Everest." Mateo has brought his best friend, just like the letter suggests, and with Ever in tow it's sure to be a pretty good time regardless of whatever else happens. "Mm, a lot of people must have gotten these letters!" Pausing when they're in the midst of the clearing, the boy leans down and slings off the bag of holding, reaching in to bring out buckets and buckets (and buckets) of snow, Ever's peppermint bark, and his notebook.
As for Mateo's own offering, he takes out some skewers of fruit to roast over the fire, and... of all things, a bun. A bun with little bendy sticks in it, to make it look like it's dancing. "A-bun-dance. Get it?" He grins to his friend.
Mateo brings buckets of snow, some fruit skewers, and a bun dancing.
As for Mateo's own offering, he takes out some skewers of fruit to roast over the fire, and... of all things, a bun. A bun with little bendy sticks in it, to make it look like it's dancing. "A-bun-dance. Get it?" He grins to his friend.
Mateo brings buckets of snow, some fruit skewers, and a bun dancing.
