the earth has music for those who listen
"Great," Mateo agrees with a smile and a nod, their destination decided. "We can get your sorry-pastry at the same time as we get cake." And so off they skip along the pathways, having to weave between people when it gets busy, but they are otherwise left to their own devices along the route to the Plaza. "It's usually around the city. We go to the Celestine and the Falling, and to the Sleeping Steps. Oh, but we go to the Wilds sometimes too!" he chimes. "I have never seen a Vampire Gourd, though - I was sleeping when they were attacking the shop. What are they like?"
Soon enough the Pacifist Plaza sprawls before them, filled with stalls and shops and people eating and drinking at cafes, and Mateo makes a beeline for a nearby bakery. "Lots of bedrooms...?" He tilts his head as he imagines the Halenani and what it must be for when it comes to adult company, before nodding and seeming to come to a conclusion. "Sounds boring," he decides, pressing his nose up against the glass of the bakery to look at their selection. "What cake do you want?"
Soon enough the Pacifist Plaza sprawls before them, filled with stalls and shops and people eating and drinking at cafes, and Mateo makes a beeline for a nearby bakery. "Lots of bedrooms...?" He tilts his head as he imagines the Halenani and what it must be for when it comes to adult company, before nodding and seeming to come to a conclusion. "Sounds boring," he decides, pressing his nose up against the glass of the bakery to look at their selection. "What cake do you want?"
