the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo, of course, gives every scritch that Boreal is owed, even as he's looking up at Lena and then between the baskets and other supplies. Always in the mood for some gathering (less so the hunting), he nods brightly and plucks up one of the baskets, stuffing the peppermint bark back into his Bag of Holding - and grinning to see someone with something similar turn up.
"Hello," he announces to Tal. "I'll take the jungle. I've played with sentient vines before, and I've been mushroom hunting!" So saying, the boy marches off into said enclosure, keeping his eyes peeled for anything promising and (naturally) seeming curious rather than wary of the enclosure's citizens.
Mateo chooses the Jungle and looks for mushrooms and sentient vines!
"Hello," he announces to Tal. "I'll take the jungle. I've played with sentient vines before, and I've been mushroom hunting!" So saying, the boy marches off into said enclosure, keeping his eyes peeled for anything promising and (naturally) seeming curious rather than wary of the enclosure's citizens.
Mateo chooses the Jungle and looks for mushrooms and sentient vines!
