stay frosty royal milk tea

My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright

The rush of calm and reassurance has Mateo relaxing further against his father, and he nods gently. "Pa is only here because he has to be," he says with the air of someone who knows more than he lets on. That sense of duty and responsibility has skipped Mateo, it seems, but he can recognise when it's puppeting the Huntsman around. "I hope they are different," he mumbles. "I feel like we have been holding our breath for years."

The musical lilt of the travelling tongue has him smiling into Remi's shirt, reminding the boy of times when he was much smaller and much younger, and prone to needing naps. And if it weren't for the sudden mental reminder about showering and meeting Everest, he might have fallen asleep regardless. "Ti amo anch'io, papà." He smiles, reluctantly starting to straighten up.

"I should probably make sure all my plants are prepared, shouldn't I?"

mateo!