"I would never think of giving you a boring death," Mateo informs his sister - neither of them are particularly boring to begin with, and the boy's tales veer towards the far-fetched on a good day. Smiling to see that Flora has helped pen the fish into one spot, he stands at the ready with the bowl full of cool water. "I don't know if fish know how to rest all that much. I thought they needed to keep swimming around," he says, bending down so she can encourage their little friend into the bowl from the net.
"Besides, I think these fish live in big schools." Is that what they were called? Schools? Whatever - the goldfish soon finds itself safely(?) in Mateo's bowl, the boy straightening up again. "Channel...? I... I don't know. I only ever did it once, when Ever and me were being chased by wolves. I didn't try to though, it just happened. Can you?"
"Besides, I think these fish live in big schools." Is that what they were called? Schools? Whatever - the goldfish soon finds itself safely(?) in Mateo's bowl, the boy straightening up again. "Channel...? I... I don't know. I only ever did it once, when Ever and me were being chased by wolves. I didn't try to though, it just happened. Can you?"
