the earth has music for those who listen
"Mm, same. When I went to visit Everest in Halo, it wasn't that much fun. We saw a white dragon, though. And a lot of herbs and flowers and vegetables in their big greenhouse. And I ate ningo fingers." It would be nice to say that this is just Mateo's childlike train of thought at work, but the truth is, it's a trait that will absolutely follow him into adulthood. He slurps again - louder, because he sees Flora wince - and smiles over the rim of his glass.
(You've clearly never had good sangria). "The kitchen would be good," he agrees. "You can get a mister and spray it every day. It's good for your skin too, to keep it hydrated. Don't want you to get any more wrinkles." He waggles his eyebrows at her. "So where's the shrine, if people are gonna try and knock it down?"
(You've clearly never had good sangria). "The kitchen would be good," he agrees. "You can get a mister and spray it every day. It's good for your skin too, to keep it hydrated. Don't want you to get any more wrinkles." He waggles his eyebrows at her. "So where's the shrine, if people are gonna try and knock it down?"
