"Thanks, Ever. That's nice of you to say - I think you're a good person too," Mateo says directly into the basket, which he closes up once he's sequestered away his seeds. His cheeks won't stop burning and he feels like he might throw up or melt into a puddle, and he doesn't know why. He's probably getting sick - it was probably something in the apples.
"Hmm? No, it's... you don't have to change anything you said because of me. I just don't feel very well is all. I was just going to go back to the shop and... plant these..." Because he doesn't really have a bed in the shop any more, so he can't climb under it to hide. And clearly he's not thinking about it too hard, because otherwise he'd remember he has to dry out the seeds first before he plants them.
"Sorry, Ever."
"Hmm? No, it's... you don't have to change anything you said because of me. I just don't feel very well is all. I was just going to go back to the shop and... plant these..." Because he doesn't really have a bed in the shop any more, so he can't climb under it to hide. And clearly he's not thinking about it too hard, because otherwise he'd remember he has to dry out the seeds first before he plants them.
"Sorry, Ever."
