Tal was slanting wide-eyed glances around the posh nest, afraid to touch anything and almost afraid to breathe for fear he'd somehow smudge the spotless throw pillows. He tip-toed in Flora's wake as she sailed through her house but was so distracted by the decor that he almost ran into her when she stopped and swung about. He clutched the box in his hands for support as her words washed over him like champagne bubbles and he swallowed hard.
"Uh. Vodka, if you have it. Whiskey's fine, otherwise," he said weakly. He didn't usually drink on the job, but this one was shaping up to need a little liquid fortification. The bemusement he felt was almost familiar, especially alongside that name she'd mentioned... what was it again...?
"Mateo?? You mean that little b-boy?" He didn't quite yelp but there was no hiding his surprise (though at least he managed to avoid the panicked glance around to see if the young botanist was hiding beneath the divan). "He's building a skyship?"
"Uh. Vodka, if you have it. Whiskey's fine, otherwise," he said weakly. He didn't usually drink on the job, but this one was shaping up to need a little liquid fortification. The bemusement he felt was almost familiar, especially alongside that name she'd mentioned... what was it again...?
"Mateo?? You mean that little b-boy?" He didn't quite yelp but there was no hiding his surprise (though at least he managed to avoid the panicked glance around to see if the young botanist was hiding beneath the divan). "He's building a skyship?"
