the earth has music for those who listen
"And I could bring my plants too. I wonder if the altitude would affect them. Oh, I wonder if some things only grow at higher altitudes... maybe we could get hammocks, or bunk beds." Because obviously that's the stuff that's important to Mateo, not the this is how we could stay alive and how logically things would work. But that's what Ever is for, right? Already the boy is grinning, and he can't see why this is such an impossible plan either. "You will need to teach me the basics about how to fly, otherwise if you are away then I will crash the ship," he decides.
A sandwich and a stroll to the greenhouse is the best thing Mateo has heard in a very long time, the boy already grabbing his backpack again, but not before taking out a very carefully packaged box containing Ever's houseplant. "I didn't know if it would like the cold, even in the street, so I insulated it," he explains. "And I can bring all of the notes I made from class next time I visit, so you can keep caught up?"
A sandwich and a stroll to the greenhouse is the best thing Mateo has heard in a very long time, the boy already grabbing his backpack again, but not before taking out a very carefully packaged box containing Ever's houseplant. "I didn't know if it would like the cold, even in the street, so I insulated it," he explains. "And I can bring all of the notes I made from class next time I visit, so you can keep caught up?"
