Mateo
"Yes," Mateo agrees about his outfit, though by the dimpled smile on his face, he understands very well the sentiment behind his friend's choice of words. "I enjoyed it." But of course all of the flowers are now back where they belong, or rehomed in the Celestine, and the sentient vines are once again creeping along in the canopies of his shop.
Humming a sound of vague agreement as he delves into the story of Soh and the man who had attempted to assault her, Mateo does raise his eyebrows at Ever at his question. "I am perfectly alright," he assures him. "It did not happen to me. I was just glad to be there to help."
In the distance, the bells in the Trinity Temple chime the hour, and the botanist starts suddenly. "Oh!" he says. "I reserved us a table in the White Hart... to celebrate." He winces. "Would you like to go anyway...?"
Humming a sound of vague agreement as he delves into the story of Soh and the man who had attempted to assault her, Mateo does raise his eyebrows at Ever at his question. "I am perfectly alright," he assures him. "It did not happen to me. I was just glad to be there to help."
In the distance, the bells in the Trinity Temple chime the hour, and the botanist starts suddenly. "Oh!" he says. "I reserved us a table in the White Hart... to celebrate." He winces. "Would you like to go anyway...?"
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
