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Mateo

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

"Maps?" Mateo can't help but perk up at that. "My best friend is a skyship pilot. I bet he would find those very useful." Alright, so Everest Hart was a pilot in training, but apples and oranges and all that. "Perhaps I will have to come and see you about a map at some point. Do you have a business?" A map shop sounds both strange and also like the exact sort of thing Stormbreak would have.

Busily selecting the ripe tomatoes - and of course Mateo examines each one carefully before deciding it would be a good fit for their salad - he glances up and squints across the makeshift vegetable patch for a moment. "There," he says, pointing towards a few bright sprigs of green. "Those should be ripe if you want to pull some out." As for herbs, he grabs a generous couple of handfuls of fresh basil, gathering all of the ingredients into a basket and holding it out for Soh once she has her onions.

"Torchline is beautiful. I might avoid it at this season, though - if you think it is warm here, Torchline is almost unbearable in Longheat." The Greatwood, though - that's a place fit for every season, in Mateo's opinion. "Ah, you did?" He grins at the thought of anyone falling in love with Stormbreak. "A lot of people find it very grey. I am glad you did not judge a book by its cover."

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm