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Ever blinks, then blinks again. It absolutely doesn't make sense, but as Mateo smiles, Ever finds that he's smiling as well. Either the older boy is rubbing off on him, or his charisma is infectious enough that even Ever's immunity to such things is too weak to stand against it.
Kicking at a bit of rock, expecting an awkward lull while waiting for their order, Ever turns another surprised blue stare Mateo's way. "A skyship? How?" His fingers itch for his notebook as if his classmate might be able to rattle off the schematics right then and there. "And...and..flowers? Isn't there a florist right next to your house?" How do you know where he lives, Ever? Not realizing his faux pas here, Ever's mind is more confused by the need to grow flowers at all. "Is that a chore you have to do?" He suggests, wondering if it's at all like when he helps his dad cut minuscule amounts off of the edges of his notepaper so that it's all precisely the same width and length.
Kicking at a bit of rock, expecting an awkward lull while waiting for their order, Ever turns another surprised blue stare Mateo's way. "A skyship? How?" His fingers itch for his notebook as if his classmate might be able to rattle off the schematics right then and there. "And...and..flowers? Isn't there a florist right next to your house?" How do you know where he lives, Ever? Not realizing his faux pas here, Ever's mind is more confused by the need to grow flowers at all. "Is that a chore you have to do?" He suggests, wondering if it's at all like when he helps his dad cut minuscule amounts off of the edges of his notepaper so that it's all precisely the same width and length.
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