"Thank you." Mateo beams a dimpled grin up his father, sealing up the flask and packing everything up again into his bag, before straightening back up and slinging it back across his chest. "Oh, the glasses that can see things that aren't there?" he echoes, having heard the tales of the Spyglass long before he had even met Mateo. "Maybe he could. But it's a bit far to come, isn't it?"
He had been present for the very terrible dinner party, and he can absolutely read between the lines, but he instead tips his head back to look at the sky as well. "Oh, I meant the whole plants might have fallen from the sky." He smiles wistfully, like it's a whimsical idea. "But that's probably not so likely. Do you want to look for more?"
He had been present for the very terrible dinner party, and he can absolutely read between the lines, but he instead tips his head back to look at the sky as well. "Oh, I meant the whole plants might have fallen from the sky." He smiles wistfully, like it's a whimsical idea. "But that's probably not so likely. Do you want to look for more?"
