Everest hates it as much as Mateo loves it, and his eyes light up no matter how terrible his friend's attempt to rhyme might be. And the Hart boy doesn't do a half bad job when it comes to making his guitar out of snow, so Mateo shifts to join him, leaning down to gather up a few snowballs before starting to form them into little blooms around the instrument. "I think some flowers would improve things a touch."
Once he's done he steps back and dusts off his hands, grinning to Ever. "There, all finished - what do you think? Too much?" Rhyming, evidently, is not something he has a problem doing, and he's also having a very enjoyable time making their floral guitar in the snow.
Once he's done he steps back and dusts off his hands, grinning to Ever. "There, all finished - what do you think? Too much?" Rhyming, evidently, is not something he has a problem doing, and he's also having a very enjoyable time making their floral guitar in the snow.
