the earth has music for those who listen
"Is it? What do you think of it so far, other than the good marbles?" he asks, flashing a grin across at Paige as they find themselves outside the bakery. His brows furrow to hear her description of the vampire gourds, though, Mateo suddenly very sad that he didn't get to see one. "I wonder how they pop up," he murmurs. "If they have seeds, maybe you could grow some?" It's definitely a thought for later - for now? Cake.
Strawberry cake, to be precise. "They usually do," Mateo confirms with a nod. "I like the millionaire's shortbread. And their gingerbread men are nice too!" Straightening up, he approaches the door; the boy normally doesn't need to worry about the things he wants to buy, given who his parents are. "What did you want to get the shopkeeper? Maybe we can pick that up here too?"
Strawberry cake, to be precise. "They usually do," Mateo confirms with a nod. "I like the millionaire's shortbread. And their gingerbread men are nice too!" Straightening up, he approaches the door; the boy normally doesn't need to worry about the things he wants to buy, given who his parents are. "What did you want to get the shopkeeper? Maybe we can pick that up here too?"
